Late Nite Tip - Three 6 Mafia

Let me just take you somewhere secret

gonna cut all of the lights down dim

Forget all about your boy we gonna just flow it What we felt let’s share a few private thoughts

I’m not just, out for your sex

Let me simplify the things in life that you find complex

Forget what, you heard bout me cuz you’re a Scarecrow groupie

but there’s no pressure on you cuz 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 buff

Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil’s bride

And there’s a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide

Why do you keep on blushin?

Get it on Like a slut she, she must be,

kind of tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy

Now I got her on all fours

bout to break down the headboard crash this broad

All through the wall now she howling like a dog, sweat poured

We hit the floor it don’t quit, another one ripped

It’s just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip

I’m not the type that get involved in long relationships

Takin’trips, and buyin’gifts, I’m sorry I’m not on that tip

If you want romance you should just stick who you are really with

If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip (2x)

I done seen some funny shit since I got in this game

They wants my crib they wants kids since I done got my fame

I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin

But now the big bourban on gold got you aggravated

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 been through with it, you and it since the first time you asked

And might I add, players like me can’t be savin’your ass

I ain’t with that nonsense, or that lovey-dovey mess

Feelin’kind of whorish I call and all I want is sex

Slip on Victoria’s secret, hit the liquor store before it close

Call Chris so I can get something white to go up in my nose

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 time for trick that sick

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

Kill 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

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 ends)