Three 6 Mafia - Late Night Tip (instrumental) lyrics

(Lord Infamous) Let me jus take u somewhere secret Gonna cut all of da lightz down dim Forget all about ya boy we gon jus flow wit wha we feel Letz share a few private thoughtz Im not jus..out for ya s** Let me simplify the thingz in life..that u find complex Forget what, u heard bout me..cuz ur a scarecrow groupie But therez no pressure on you cuz u know What u must do.. Check this out Lets have a drink, and ill give u time to think Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this p**no buff Girl come lounge here by my side, tonite your, my devils bride And theres 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 must be Kind of tipsy on dis crystal like a gypsy Not i got her on all fourz Bout to break..down the headboard crash this broad All thru the wall now she howlin like a dog Sweat poured We hit..the floor..it dont quit..anotha one ripped Iss jus anotha victim of lord iinfamouz late night tip (chorus) Im not da type that get involved in long relationshipz Takin tripz n buyin gifts im sorry im not on that tip Iif u want romance u shuld jus stick who u already with If u in dat mood u can jus hit me on dat light night tip (Dj Paul) I done seen..some funny sh** since i got in this game They wantz my crib they wantz kidz since i dun got my fame I never recall u askin ya last boyfriend for nathin But now the big bourban on gold..got u aggravated (Gangsta Boo) I need a coach bag (Dj Paul) I can't be even doin it (Gangsta Boo) Ii need may hair done (Dj Paul) Me too..i ain't got nuttin to do wit it I been thru wit it..u and it since da first time ya asked And mite i add..playaz like me can't be savin ya a** (Gangsta Boo) Ii ain't wit dat nonsene..or dat lovey-dovey mess Feelin kinda whorish..i call and all i want is s** Slip on victoria's secret..hit da liqua sto' befo it close Call chris so i can get sumthin white to go up in mai nose Now im feelin fine..nuttin buh s** is on my mind If u cannot please me boy den please dont waste all of my time Got u caught up in the mist Mystic girl from triple six Late night tip is all we have..its time for trickk dat 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 endz)