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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Gangsta Boo
Gangsta Boo
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Koopsta Knicca
Koopsta Knicca
Vocals
Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
Vocals
Slicse Tee
Slicse Tee
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Lisa Fischer
Lisa Fischer
Songwriter
Lola Mitchell
Lola Mitchell
Songwriter
Narada Michael Walden
Narada Michael Walden
Songwriter
Ricky Dunigan
Ricky Dunigan
Songwriter
Robert Cooper
Robert Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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) I done seen Some funny (shhh) since I got in this game They wants my crib They wants my kids since I done got's my fame I never recall ya askin' ya last boyfriend for nathin' But now the big, 'Burban on golds got'cha aggrivated 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 wit it I been through wit it, you'n it Since the first time ya asked And might I add Playas like me can't be savin' you rags I ain't with that non-sense Or that lovey-dovey mess Feelin' kinda horny And when I'm callin' all I want is sex Slip on Victoria Secrets Hit 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 can not please me Boy, then please don't waste all of my time Got'chu 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 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) 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 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 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)
Writer(s): Narada Walden, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Tremaine Neverson, Samuel Jean, Darnell Carlton, Mike Williams, Asheton Hogan, Ricky Dunigan, Lola Mitchell, Robert Cooper, Melonie Fisher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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