Three 6 Mafia - Late Night Tip lyrics

[lord infamous] Let me just take you somewhere secret Gonna cut all of the lights down dim Forget all about your boy we gonna just flow it What we felt let's share a few private thoughts I'm not just, out for your s** Let me simplify the things in life that you find complex Forget what, you heard bout me cuz you're a scarecrow groupie But there's no pressure on you cuz you know What you must do check this out Let's have a drink and i give you time to think Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this p**no buff Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil's bride And there's a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide Why do you keep on blushin? get it on Like a s*ut she, she must be, Kind of tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy Now i got her on all fours Bout to break down the headboard crash this broad All through the wall now she howling like a dog, sweat poured We hit the floor it don't quit, another one ripped It's just another victim of lord infamous late night tip (chorus) I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships Takin' trips, and buyin' gifts, i'm sorry i'm not on that tip If you want romance you should just stick who you are really with If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip (2x) [dj paul] I done seen some funny sh** since i got in this game They wants my crib they wants kids since i done got my fame I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin But now the big bourban on gold got you aggravated [gangsta boo] i need a coach bag [dj paul] i can't be even doin' it [gangsta boo] i need my hair done [dj paul] Me too i ain't got nothin' to do with it I been through with it, you and it since the first time you asked And might i add, players like me can't be savin' your a** [gangsta boo] I ain't with that nonsense, or that lovey-dovey mess Feelin' kind of whorish i call and all i want is s** Slip on victoria's secret, hit the liquor store before it close Call chris so i can get something white to go up in my nose Now i'm feelin' fine, nothin' but s** 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 six Late night tip is all we have, it's time for trick that sick (chorus 2x) [juicy j] I can't understand why these slobs be trippin' Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen Ballin' in my lex dropped low to the ground Just a young playa tryin' to put my bid in Freaks want a trick that be constantly payin' Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin Raymo inn on a summer motel, Oh well that's what the juice might stay in Gotta have a lady that wanna do what i do Like skippin' work or love cuttin' high school Summon all the players in the three 6 mafia Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool Never try to argue, bother you, or fight k** a pack a jimmy hats strapped on real tight Sippin' alize all tall, and a bud light Just for you freaks on the moonlight late night [koopsta knicca] Tell me three 6 who be bumpin' that music Hypnotizin' koop i tell you who i'm bout to lose it Could it be that late night, groove type, just inside the body Always kinda 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, sometimes that i even try to find I cannot lie though i can ride high late night (chorus until song ends)