clipping. - Tonight Lyrics






It's clipping., bitch

Turnt than a motherfucker
Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her
All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'
But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain't pullin' nothin'
Walls smell like pussy when it sweat
Snort it to the face, but the club wet
Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex
Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex
She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'
Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean
And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low
DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass
And breaking lamps from beatin pussy purple cause she like it fast
Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Bey-
Oncé, and tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free
Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be
But shit, the spot about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?

It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

I'm drunker than I ever been, higher than I ever been
Don't you want to take me to the bar to get a shot again?
Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam?
Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound, I'm all up in my zone
Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin', I just want some sex
Nothing else to do when I leave the club so that's the best thing next
Here, just take my number, when you leave be sure to send a text
I'll be at the Waffle House waitin', baby fuck the rest
If you at the club and you feel trashed and it about to close
Make sure you have a freak that knows how to bend and touch her toes
Make sure that that boy know, he gotta play when he weighin' that soul(?)
He get to see me do dances and shit, doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit

It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

Yeah, it's Clipping bitch
Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums
Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums
Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet
Cab to the someplace, head in the back seat
Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
Hands fumbling through denim - keys, keys open doors
Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin
Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'
Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips
Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips
Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down
Eyes rolling, bones shaking
Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath
Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?

It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight





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  1. g.... g....

    this is fucking insane

  2. f.... ....

    The creepers trynna steal our stuff again

  3. B.... ....

    Creeper,

    B.... ....

    So we back in the mine-

    B.... ....

    Steven Universe got our pickaxe swinging from side to side-

  4. P.... J....

    I T ' S T H E L A S T S O N G O F T O N I G H T

  5. L.... B....

    Favorite song in the entire album, no doubt!

  6. R.... G....

    well... who else got turned on at 1:13

  7. N.... L....

    im just-

  8. A.... C....

    It's Clipping bitch

    Turnt than a motherfucker
    Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her
    All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'
    But they spot is 'bout to close
    And they ain't pullin' nothin'
    Walls smell like pussy when it's wet
    Snort it to the face, but the club wet
    Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex
    Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex
    She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'
    Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean
    And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
    But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
    Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low
    DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
    With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass
    And breaking lamps from beating pussy purple cause she like it fast
    Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Beyonce
    And tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free
    Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be
    But shit, this spot's about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?

    It's the last song of the night
    Don't forget to tip the bartender
    You got fucked up, that's alright
    That's not the only thing you came to do
    Cause there's bad ones all around
    And you ain't pulled your one yet
    If you ain't locked it down by now
    Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
    Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

    I'm drunker than I ever been, higher than I ever been
    Don't you want to take me to the bar to get a shot again?
    Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam?
    Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound, I'm all up in my zone
    Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin', I just want some sex
    Nothing else to do when I leave the club so that's the best thing next
    Here, just take my number, when you leave be sure to send a text
    I'll be at the Waffle House waitin', baby fuck the rest
    If you at the club and you feel trashed and it about to close
    Make sure you have a freak that knows how to bend and touch her toes
    Make sure that that boy know, he gotta play when he weighin' that soul(?)
    He get to see me do dances and shit, doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit

    It's the last song of the night
    Don't forget to tip the bartender
    You got fucked up, that's alright
    That's not the only thing you came to do
    Cause there's bad ones all around
    And you ain't pulled your one yet
    If you ain't locked it down by now
    Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
    Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

    Yeah, it's Clipping bitch
    Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums
    Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums
    Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet
    Cab to the someplace, head in the back seat
    Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
    Hands fumbling through (?) keys, keys open doors
    Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin
    Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'
    Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips
    Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips
    Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down
    Eyes rolling, bones shaking, lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath
    Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?

    It's the last song of the night
    Don't forget to tip the bartender
    You got fucked up, that's alright
    That's not the only thing you came to do
    Cause there's bad ones all around
    And you ain't pulled your one yet
    If you ain't locked it down by now
    Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
    Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

  9. J.... L....

    Why are people so shocked by Daveed's part in Clipping? Just because he played two historical figures in Hamilton, Mr. Brown in Wonder, that does not make him some sort of cinnamon roll. This was his life before all of that!

    J.... L....

    We're just a little jarred because the Daveed we saw in interviews and stuff was this awkward guy with a cute laugh who was pretty shy, and that fits the requirements of a cinnamon roll, so.

    J.... L....

    RUBBER DUCKY-

    J.... L....

    goat child oh my god I forgot he sung that




    Shit

  10. D.... 7....

    Why Daveed,just why




    I love the song though

  11. M.... ....

    I-.........okay then..

  12. I.... ....

    Okay but deadass I need a music video for this song.

  13. I.... ....

    S H O O K

  14. K.... F....

    DAVEED WHAT THE HECK

    THIS MAN IS LIKE DAY AND NIGHT HOW CAN SOMEONE SO SWEET AND SOFT LIKE DAVEED MAKE THIS

    OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD BUT WOAH WHAT THE HECK THIS CAUGHT ME BY SURPRISE

    K.... F....

    Thats exactly what I thought

    K.... F....

    RIGHT I WAS SHOOKETH LISTENING TO THESE SONGS

  15. m.... g....

    This is all-time-hands-down my favorite song in this album

  16. H.... M....

    What a bop

  17. T.... L....

    Listen to it at 1.5 speed

  18. b.... y....

    Who Fucking tonight. Not me

  19. J.... J....

    How have I not heard this before

  20. E.... L....

    Imagine it's five in the morning and you bring this girl home and she starts dancin' and shit but there's no music and her eyes are unfocused because she's drunker than she's ever been and higher than she's ever been and she's bloated from 4000 calories of waffles and 18000 calories of alcohol and soda mixers and she's twerking and sharting all over your fucking brand new rug and you're wondering what's more believable, that I have a headache or that I have whiskey dick but you get to thinking that maybe if you can get her to take a shower you can think of mother England and give that pussy a red hot go after all and then the uppers you took six hours ago give you a second wind and the last thing you remember before you woke up to your alarm with your mouth tasting like stale club booty is this parody of sexual attraction, this modern goddess of the scene crawling her way over to you partly in an effort to be sexy but mostly because her legs don't work anymore and the whole time there's these two white hipsters in the corner sampling a dying cockroach with nine different microphones and an iphone and you wonder where the fuck it all went so damn right

    E.... L....

    Thanks for storytime. I lost it at the dying cockroach bit

  21. S.... ....

    i love when you do melodic song !

  22. V.... S....

    it took me 1 week just to memorize the first paragraph

    V.... S....

    Veronica Santos I'll never be able to memorize this bc my sanity won't allow me to

  23. L.... I....

    IM FUKING TONIGHT!



    No im not



    Im sad

    L.... I....

    im sorry

  24. M.... A....

    I am shooketh.

    M.... A....

    Omg i just saw the original meme like 30seconds ago and i saw this song in my suggestions and what do i see in top post

    M.... A....

    @Lobalox Rajobs shut the fuck up

  25. a.... a....

    this shit got me going 😩😩

  26. o.... ....

    YEA HOE

  27. B.... ....

    *fan girls* daveed diggs panting

    B.... ....

    i know right?!

    B.... ....

    3:42 YASSSSSSSS

    B.... ....

    CURI0USC0LLIN Daveed got fan boys too

  28. j.... j....

    Great Song.