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R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Vocals
R. City
R. City
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronnie Jackson
Ronnie Jackson
Songwriter
Timothy Thomas
Timothy Thomas
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Maurice Simmonds
Maurice Simmonds
Songwriter
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Producer
Lil Ronnie
Lil Ronnie
Producer
Jeff Meeks
Jeff Meeks
Recording Engineer
Ian Mereness
Ian Mereness
Recording Engineer
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Recording Engineer
Mike Miller
Mike Miller
Assistant Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Assistant Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
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Worldwide Right about now We ain't gon' leave 'til four in the morning Thousand dollar tab, what? I can afford it On my fourth drink, but I'm not an alcoholic Shawty say she want me, she way too scrawny 5'4" Park, I might be too horny to go home lonely, I can't be lonely Left the last club 'cause the DJ was boring Came back, valet parked in the valet parking Nigga, true story, that was 12: 40, 'bout 1 o'clock I was back in the wary Tipsy, Ferrari, Tennessee got me, oh baby, I'm so sorry But if you're drinking what I'm drinking Put your hands up in the sky If you're thinking what I'm thinking You'll say what a crazy night Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh, a what a crazy night, way oh We ain't gon' leave 'til four maybe later Swag so punk it make, it make ya ugly face, uh Run that back, it means start that over Shawty, get closer, hot like a toaster Body so tight like she walked off the poster Kells caked up, make her call me the baker Man, he a hater, she gon' see me later He got good intentions but not another favor We left doing 80, called up, fly up on a Friday Headed back the highway, I think that there's my place So fucked up, man, it's just not my day I need another shot of that Bacardi But if you're drinking what I'm drinking Put your hands up in the sky If you're thinking what I'm thinking You'll say what a crazy night Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh, a what a crazy night, way oh A mi seh (Say) Dolly, Miss Dolly, my baby When me come around di gal dem gwaan crazy Just buck up pon a likkle (Little) Nice young lady And she already talking 'bout having my baby Seh (Say) She waan me tickle her fancy up in a me back seat Sexy body gal looking all foxy Posted up in front a di speaker Inna pum pum shorts and a wife beater Now this is why I just had to meet her Wine and dine so that I can freak, freak her Next week her den delete her Man, a shotta yute gal, you are not a keeper But if you're drinking what I'm drinking Put your hands up in the sky If you're thinking what I'm thinking You'll say what a crazy night Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh, a what a crazy night, way oh But if you're drinking what I'm drinking Put your hands up in the sky If you're thinking what I'm thinking You'll say what a crazy night Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh (Hey) Way oh, a what a crazy night, way oh Way oh Put 'em up Hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas, Theron Thomas, Maurice Simmonds, Ronnie Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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