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Three 6 Mafia - Late Nite Tip lyrics
Lord Infamous) Let me just take you somewhere secret Gonna cut out of the lights down dim forget all About your world We gonna not flow it what we feel and share uhh Few private thoughts I'm not just Out for your sex let me simp lify Light up things and life that You find complex forget what You heard bout me cause your a Scarecrow who think but theres no Pressure on you cause you know What you must do Check this out Lets have a drink And I give You time to think Let me puff This buddah blunt and cut on This porno bunk here come lounge Here by my side tonight your My devils bride and theres uhh Freek deep inside have no shame No need to high ride, do you Keep all the shame get it all Like thugsta she she must be Candle tipsy on this crystal like your gypsy now I got Her on all fours, bout to break Down the head, boy crash this crowd On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor We hit the floor it don't quit Another one break It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late nite tip Chorus x2 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why) Takin' trips and buyin' gifts I'm sorry your not on the tip (what) If you want romance You should just stick who you already with (ok) If you in that means you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh) (DJ Paul) I done seen Some funny and shh since I got in this game They wants my crib they wants my kid since I ain't gots my thang I never recall you askin' last boyfriend but Nathan But now they be purple on gold Got ya aggrivatin' (I need a coach bag) I can't be even doin' it (I need my hair done) Me too, I ain't got nothin' to do with it I've been through with it You and the since the first time you ask and might a add Playas like me can't be savin' your ass (Gangsta Boo) I ain't with that nonsense All that love and dubb be missed Feelin' kind of huh I call and all I want is sex Slip on Victoria Secrets hit the liqour before it close Call Chris so I can't get somethin' white to go get up my Never feelin' fine Nothin' but sex is on my mind If you cannot please me boy Then please don't waste all of my time Got you caught up in the mist Mystic girl from triple Late nite tip is all we have It's payin so trick that sick Chorus x2 (Juicy "J") I can't understand why these ballas be trippin' Can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen Ballin' in my Lexus dropped low to the ground Just a young playa tryin' put my bid in Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin' Not a girl thug they be constantly layin' Rainbow in on a summer motel Oh well that's where the juice man stayin' Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school Several other playas in the three 6 mafia Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool Never try to argue But you all fight Kill a pack of Jimmy hand strapped pen real tight Fillin' alazey on top and a budlight Just for your freeks on a moon like tonight (Koopsta Knicca) Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music Hypnotizin' Koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it Could it be that late night crew tight Just inside the party Always kind of lonely Someone want me, hold me, I say Come here come here come here The Koopsta cryin' tears I can't think positive When no one cares of how I feel Realize my mind so tired that I even to find I cannot lie though I can ride hide late night Chorus...till fade |
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