Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Late Nite Tip lyrics

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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 uhh
 Few private thoughts  I'm not just
 Out for your sex  let me simp lify
 Light up things and life that
 You find complex  forget what
 You heard bout me cause your a
 Scarecrow who think but theres no
 Pressure on you cause you know
 What you must do
 Check this out
 Lets have a drink
 And I give
 You time to think
 Let me puff
 This buddah blunt and cut on
 This porno bunk here come lounge
 Here by my side tonight your
 My devils bride and theres uhh
 Freek 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 nite tip

 Chorus x2
 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why)
 Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
 I'm sorry your 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 nite tip (ooh)

 (DJ Paul)
 I done seen
 Some funny and 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

 (Gangsta Boo)
 I ain't with that nonsense
 All that love and dubb be missed
 Feelin' kind of huh
 I call and all I want is sex
 Slip on Victoria Secrets hit the liqour 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 nite tip is all we have
 It's payin so trick that sick

 Chorus x2

 (Juicy "J")
 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
 Freeks wanna 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 wanna 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' alazey on top and a budlight
 Just for your freeks on a moon like tonight

 (Koopsta Knicca)
 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 to find
 I cannot lie though I can ride hide late night

 Chorus...till fade
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Author: Jordan Houston, Lola Mitchell, Paul Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan, Robert Cooper (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hypnotize Minds, Relativity

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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