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Late Night Tip (remix) Lyrics - Last 2 Walk - Three 6 Mafia

Let me just take you somewhere secret 

Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all 

About your world we gonna not flow it what we feel and share, uh 

Few private thoughts, I'm not just 

Out for your sex, let me simplify 

The things and life that 

You find complex, forget what 

You heard bout me 'cause you're a 

Scarecrow who think but there's 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 Buddha blunt and cut on 

This porno bunk here come lounge 

Here by my side tonight your 

My devils bride and there's a 

Freak deep inside have no shame 

No need to high ride, do you 

Keep all the shame get it all 

Like thugsta she she must be 

Candle tipsy on this crystal like your gypsy now I got 

Her on all fours, bout to break 

Down the head, boy crash this crowd 

On through the wall now she howlin' like a dog swept poor 

We hit the floor it don't quit 

Another one break it's just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip 

 

I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why) 

Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry you're not on the tip (What) 

If you want romance you should just stick who you already with (Ok) 

If you in that means you can just hit me on that late night tip (Oh) 

 

I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why) 

Takin' trips and buyin' gifts I'm sorry you're not on the tip (What) 

If you want romance you should just stick who you already with (Ok) 

If you in that means you can just hit me on that late night tip (Oh) 

 

I done seen 

Some funny shh since I got in this game 

They wants my crib they wants my kid since I ain't gots my thang 

I never recall you askin' last boyfriend but Nathan 

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 a add 

Playas like me can't be savin' your ass 

 

I ain't with that nonsense 

All that love and dub be missed 

Feelin' kind of huh 

I call and all I want is sex 

Slip on Victoria Secret's hit the liquor store before it close 

Call Chris so I can't get somethin' white to go get up my 

Never 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 night tip is all we have 

It's payin' so trick that sick 

 

I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why) 

Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry you're not on the tip (What) 

If you want romance you should just stick who you already with (Ok) 

If you in that means you can just hit me on that late night tip (Oh) 

 

I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why) 

Takin' trips and buyin' gifts I'm sorry you're not on the tip (What) 

If you want romance you should just stick who you already with (Ok) 

If you in that means you can just hit me on that late night tip (Oh) 

 

I can't understand why these ballas 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 

Freaks want to trick that be constantly payin' 

Not a girl thug they be constantly layin' 

Rainbow in on a summer motel 

Oh well that's where the juice man stayin' 

Gotta have a lady that want to do what I do 

Likes skippin' work or love cuttin' high school 

Several other playas in the three 6 mafia 

Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool 

Never try to argue, but you all fight 

Kill a pack of Jimmy hand strapped pen real tight 

Fillin' a lazy on top and a Bud Light 

Just for your freaks on a moon like tonight 

 

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 here come here the Koopsta cryin' tears 

I can't think positive when no one cares of how I feel 

Realize my mind so tired that I even tried to find 

I cannot lie though I can ride hide late night 

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