Up All Night Lyrics - Last 2 Walk - Three 6 Mafia

[lord infamous] 

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 '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 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 

(chorus) 

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) 

[dj paul] 

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 

[gangsta boo] I need a coach bag 

[dj paul] I can't be even doin' it 

[gangsta boo] I need my hair done 

[dj paul] 

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 

[gangsta boo] 

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 

(chorus 2x) 

[juicy j] 

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 

[koopsta knicca] 

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)