Crazy Night Lyrics - R. Kelly

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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 

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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 

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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