Late Nite Tip (Slow)

Текст песни Swishahouse - Late Nite Tip (Slow)

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut all of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world, we gonna just flow wit what we feel, let's share all
You're private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-
-Lify the things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me, cause you're a
Scarecrow groupie, but there's no
Pressure on you, cause you know
What you must do, check this out
Let's have a drink, and I'll give
You time to think, let me puff
This Buddha blunt and cut on
This porno bump, girl come lounge
Here by my side, tonight you're
My Devil's bride, and there's a
Freak deep inside, have no shame
No need to hide, why do you
Keep on blushing it, get it off
Like a slut, she-she must be
Kind of tipsy on this Chrystal like a gypsy
Now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the head-board, crash this broad
On through the wall, now she howlin' 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...
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Gangsta Boo]
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (What?)
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (Okay)
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (Ooh)
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (What?)
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (Okay)
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (Ooh)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
I done seen some funny (Shh) since I got in this game
They wants my crib, they wants my kids since I done gots my fame
I never recall ya askin' your last boyfriend for nathin'
But now the big 'Burban on golds got ya 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 ya asked
And might I add, playas like me can't be savin you rags

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kinda horny and when I'm callin' all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria Secrets, git the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get somethin' white to throw 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 mix, mystic girl from Triple-Six
Late night tip is all we had, you just came, so trick that's it
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Gangsta Boo]
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (What?)
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (Okay)
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (Ohhh)
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (What?)
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (Okay)
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (Ohhh)

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I can't understand why these broads be trippin
Can't stand the heat? Get outta the kitchen
Ballin in my Lex' dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin'a put my bid in
Freaks want a trick that be constantly payin
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Rainbow Inn, or the Summer Motel
Oh well, that's where the Juice mayn stayin
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Like skippin work, or love cuttin high school
Several other playas in the Three 6 Mafia
Camcorder hoes skinny dippin in the swimmin pool
Never try to argue, bother you, or fight
Keep a pack of jimmy-hats strapped on real tight
Fifth of Alize, or a tall can of Bud Light
Just for ya freaks, on the moon-light, late night
[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]
Tell me, Three 6
Who's that bumpin that music?
Hypnotizing Koop I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that laid back-groove type
Jazz inside thy body
Always kinda lonely
Someone want me, hold me
I said, come near, come near
Come here the Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
Though no-one cares of how I feel
Realize my mind so tight that I ain't even try 'ta fight
I cannot lie, though I can ride high, late night

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Gangsta Boo]
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (What?)
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (Okay)
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (Ohhh)
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (Why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (What?)
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (Okay)
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (Ohhh)