Trey Songz
Trey Songz - Late Night lyrics
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Your boy Juicy J, yeah Y'all know what it is Better hide your girl, mane, we looking for her I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships I-I-I be on that late night shit They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit They be on that late night shit One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit On that late night shit, on that late night shit Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit (We on that) on that late night shit (We on that) on that late night shit (we on that) Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit Is this all for me? It's finna be a great night A lot of fish in the sea, I'm feeling like a great bite Girl, you got a face like oh, oh Might wanna see you in the daytime, oh, oh If the money don't sleep, I won't close my eyes for a second You come first, I come second 'Bout to give you this blessin', finna teach you this lesson Get you out of that dress and I don't know nothing 'bout affection What's up? If you wanna spend some time Baby, you know when the club is over, over I'mma let you know ahead of time Baby, I I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships I-I-I be on that late night shit They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit They be on that late night shit One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit On that late night shit, on that late night shit Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit (We on that) on that late night shit (We on that) on that late night shit (we on that) Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit All my dawgs so gon' let a dawg on One night stand, you wake up, I'm long gone Girl, quit playing, Juicy J can't be your man No discussion, bitch, fiddling, fucking then toss you with the bands She ratchet, Dirty Diana, doing anything to get on that camera Straight shot trying to get her Instagram up On the internet getting niggas jammed up Know your type the only thing I'm spending with you is the night Turn you on it and if the face looking right I might hit it twice Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back Might as well work at least the way she give me cab She throwing that like a quarterback Call me Warren Sapp, I tackle that Hit me when I'm in your town, I'm smashing that Hit a nigga up if you 'bout that life Let's get fucked up, yeah, bring your girls Ending up on that tub, but for now we on this club My hands all on your butt, you grabbing all on my what? She can say, she can say, baby let 'em talk about it You know like I know that they don't know about us You know like I know you wanna give me all love You know like I know so baby tell me what's up? What's up? If you wanna spend some time Baby, you know when the club is over, over I'mma let you know ahead of time Baby, I I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships I-I-I be on that late night shit They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit They be on that late night shit One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit On that late night shit, on that late night shit Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit (We on that) on that late night shit (We on that) on that late night shit (we on that) Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit