Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Junior M.A.F.I.A. - I Need You Tonight lyrics

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Verse One: Trife
 Baby listen  bets to believe
 I can give you what you want and all that you need
 Mackin' all the ladies  from the fly to the shady
 Marquis diamonds  600 Mersadies
 I'll fly you across the seas in a private jet
 Whisper shit in ya ear to get ya panties wet  honey I'll show you how
 Good life can get  wining and dinning nonchalaunt in the finests
 Resturaunts  feed you lobster because I'm a true mobster!
 Lamer niggaz bore ya, lay ya down in the Walldoff Vistoria
 Victoria Secrets, lengerie I loves to freak shit
 Dim the lights, sex all through the night
 King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right
 Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
 In the morn', I'm gone

 chorus (sung by Aaliyah):
 I wonder if I take you home will you still be in love baby
 Because I need you tonight
 Wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby
 Because I need you tonight

 home, home
 home home home

 Verse Two: Lil' Kim

 Do you know who I be? Lil' Kim the loot teddy (that's right)
 Here trying to put it on you fools trying to run up in
 (what's the matter Big Momma, don't you like what you see)
 Like my girl Mary B. you just ain't runnin' up in me
 You got to give me what I need baby, that's a drop top Z baby
 Martini and Roxy, icedy Spomaonte'
 Dom Perejoun so we can get it on, Movatto watch
 Tennis for the wrists, nigga you ain't ever since no ice like this
 So now you know what you're working with, handle ya business
 And keep coming with that stuff that I like, light a candle
 I'm too hot to handle, I see your eyes sizin' up my hips and my thighs
 Man I'll do things to you, Vanessa Del Rio would be shamed to do

 chorus:

 Verse Three: Kleptomaniac

 Mack ass niggaz, smooth like Tom Cat and ?Masusso?
 Games for pro leading parties with bitches and a sex Coupes
 Who spittin' game, all without the eye contact
 We're all without contracts, laying my game down flat
 Kleptomaniac, rides in this rhythm that you give him
 I'm that right, let press ya suns you got to get ya skins tight
 Catching mobile phones, showing women how to live life
 If that's your girl, she wasn't last night
 Made her life worth while, Benjamins by the piles
 Turn her frowns to smiles, lvin' Goodfellaz life style
 Nails done and hair, living rooms with chandelaers
 Sex in a strech Lex, no cares for who wanna stare
 Yeah now that's a real women for ya, higherd Vecks and lawyers
 Pearl gems and tag for ya's, Bachelor Degrees
 Bringin' home bacon and cheese, freaky Shaundra ain't afraid to get some
 Dirt up on her knees

 chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: EastWest

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Conspiracy (1995)

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