Mr. Tonight

[Intro] Holiday Season [Gucci Mane] Shit we outta here like last year man You now what I’m talkin’ bout man Like dirty clothes, man, ya know what I mean, never see it again, man Man its gone, man (Haha) Gone Gucci Holiday Man So Icey Boys the Brick Squad up next man Shout out to that n**** Juice, man Gone [DJ Holiday] Shouts out to everybody to support ya boy DJ Holiday, I ain't goin no where n**** So Icey Entertainment, affiliates, plus Blue Entertainment Street Talk Newspaper man Shoutout to everybody who fuck wit me man I’m right here I’ll see ya in ya city I’m workin DJ Holiday, gone [Track @ 1:34] [DJ Holiday] Holiday Season [Intro: Gucci] They call me Mr. Tonight You wanna have a drink with Mr. Tonight They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night …) [Chorus: Gucci] Shawty lookin’ at me like she thinkin’ what’s happenin’ Cause later wanna take me home She had it so classy that her friend [?] me Its too late baby I’m gone They call me Mr. Tonight Ya need a n**** in ya life that’ll fuck ya right Hey, they call me Mr. Right Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight Ya need a n**** in ya life that’ll fuck ya right 10 times outta 10 I’ll fuck ya right They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night) They call me Mr. Tonight [Verse 1: Gucci] Mr. Tonight Come out at night time My hoes got the tight eyes, I keep ‘em in Prada My women’s are models Your chickens are butt duck I met mine at the strip joint you met yours at the bus stop Tough luck 2 seater with one heater, we both stuck Lamborghini Gallardo with doors up From her neck to her ear, shawty she froze up I was soft she winked my dick rose up All the hoes were choosy, but I chose her Pancakes & eggs, Moet mimosta Rose with the chauffeur, im back tough Baby girl, I gotcha, thats yo plus [Chorus: Gucci] Shawty lookin’ at me like she thinkin’ what’s happenin’ Cause later wanna take me home She had it so classy that her friend [?] me Its too late baby I’m gone They call me Mr. Tonight Ya need a n**** in ya life that’ll fuck ya right Hey, they call me Mr. Right Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight Ya need a n**** in ya life that’ll fuck ya right 10 times outta 10 I’ll fuck ya right They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night) They call me Mr. Tonight [Verse 2: Gucci] Mr. Tonight, ay We fuckin’ tonight, ay Everythings ok, ball like ya birthday I like ya purse bae, fuck on the first date I take ya to my place, I met her on MySpace Kinda the girl She lives the life, she’s hot as a fire Blue diamonds on her fingers shine as bright as the sky Think you're hotter than I am, she’s righter than cayenne K bat k man, its batman & robin Bonnie & Clyde dawg, its Kermit & Piggy I bought her a Benz, so she bought me a Bentley Bonnie & Clyde dawg, its Kermit & Piggy I bought her a Benz, so she bought me a Bentley [Chorus: Gucci] Shawty lookin’ at me like she thinkin’ what’s happenin’ Cause later wanna take me home She had it so classy that her friend [?] me Its too late baby I’m gone They call me Mr. Tonight Ya need a n**** in ya life that’ll fuck ya right Hey, they call me Mr. Right Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight Ya need a n**** in ya life that’ll fuck ya right 10 times outta 10 I’ll fuck ya right They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night) They call me Mr. Tonight [Verse 4: Gucci] Smokin’ that kush-ey, now I want some pussy And I want some good shit, so I need a hood bitch Yeah, a ally cat, the streets she’ll handle that Her dude till Tuesday, god knows Gucci gon’ handle that Its Gucci