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Three 6 Mafia World Domination (Chapter 2) Late Nite Tip (Lord Infamous) Let me just take you somewhere secret Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all About your world 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 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 a Freek 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 swept poor We hit the floor and don't quit Another one ripped It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late nite tip Chorus x2 I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships (why) Takin' trips and buyin' gifts I'm sorry im' not on that tip (what) If you want romance You should just stick who you already with (ok) If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh) (DJ Paul) I done seen Some funny shh since I got in this game They wants my crib they wants my kisses, 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 the 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 huh I call and all I want is sex Slip on Victoria Secrets hit the liqour store before it close Call Chris so I can't get somethin' white to go get up 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 Late nite tip is all we have It's payin so trick that's it Chorus x2 (Juicy "J") I can't understand why these boss 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 your freeks on a moon lite late nite (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 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 high late night Chorus...till fade |
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