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