(Lord Infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna kut out of the lights down dim, forget all about your boy
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that you find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a scarecrow groupie
But theres no pressure on you cause 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 porno bunk her come lounge
Here by my side tonight your my devils bride and theres a
Freak deep inside have no shame no need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now I got her on all fours,
Bout to break down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog sweat poored
We hit the floor and don't quit another one ripped it's just another
Victim of Lord Infamous late night tip
Chorus x2
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry I'm not on the tip (what)
If u want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late night tip (ooh)
(DJ Paul)
I done seen some funny shit since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kids, all I done gots my fame
I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin
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 since the first time you ask and might I add
Playas like me can't be savin' your ass
(Gangsta Boo)
I ain't with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin' kind of horish
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria Secrets hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to go get up in my ____
Now I'm 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 six
Late night tip is all we have
It's playin so trick that's it
Chorus x2
(Juicy "J")
I can't understand why these broads 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 ghetto thug that be constantly layin'
Rainbow Inn or da 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
Servin' all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue bother you or fight
Kill a pack of Jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin' alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for you freaks on a moon lite late nite
(Koopsta Knicca)
Tell me three 6 mafia 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 near come hear
The Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Relax my mind so tired that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride hight late night
Chorus...till song ends
