Late Night Tip Lyrics

Late Night Tip lyrics

(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