Late Night King Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night 

Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice 

I done damn near got them pissed at each other 

Running out of time, ticked at each other 

Running out of time, ticked at each other 

Hitting nothing when I pull up forward 

[?] numbers but got an explorer 

See you see it, know it, not me cause my money don't need it 

Durant with no gym, if I shoot bitch I'm scoring 

King late night, ho come find out 

I deep end dive in, when I finish I climb out 

Giving me head, I call it blowing the mind out 

If she ain't bout action I might just put her in time out 

I'm a player so I can't choose 

Got em searching for a nigga with the same clues 

Pimp truth, me and Pimp got the same views 

Fly with it like I'm Jordan, nigga same shoes 

Anything she talking bout she better be about 

If she not she walking out, I hate to see it 

Bout that action, everything 

No listing every way, you cannot stay 

And that's the way I'm raised 

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She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night 

Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice 

I done damn near got them pissed at each other 

Running out of time, ticked at each other 

First came in dissing each other, now I got em all kissing each other 

Want a coach and I just put em in 

Phil Jackson shit, girl we gone win 

Got the bait, I just reel em in 

Section 8, now she to the top 

She look better naked but she like to shop 

Picture me and you in coupe without the top 

Monday in the Duly, Friday in the drop 

As I pull up valet, yo I keep my keys 

Turned up like the 70s 

Sex tape filmed in 7D 

Photos 

I fucked your bitch and filmed it 

Dolla $ign Spielberg 

My life is a movie, shout out to my DJ 

All I smoke is OG, motherfuck the police 

Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town) 

OG, all my bitches love me 

Bitch I think I'm Gucci 

Then she suck that dick up, I'ma eat that coochie 

I like my cars drop top 

At the light getting top, she going up 

She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night 

Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice 

I done damn near got them pissed at each other 

Running out of time, ticked at each other 

Running out of time, ticked at each other 

I'm in this night life, politicking 

Politician, bet this ho listen 

Pacific, no DC fishing 

The play for Trae, ain't shit here missing 

Bitches with bitches, she [?] over 

She say she want rod I might pull it over 

Tryna make me stand up while she bending over 

Begging me to [?] whip it like baking soda 

Her nigga [?] so I'm taking over 

Look at that ass, she might get the business 

Talking so much, you might never finish 

The way you sit up, talking broke a Guinness 

I'm like a four door old school 

Double slide through the city, Truth so cool 

Ain't no telling what might happen when I roll through 

I'm an asshole baby, ain't no rules 

I'm the king of the bankroll 

Rubber band ain't even gone fit that 

Everywhere I go I see another stank ho 

Asking me why I ain't never hit that 

Hit that bitch in the back of the trap house 

See me and she holler out there how you gone act now 

Run it, and like that I done it 

Shove some' fat into her flat stomach 

I have no i- 

Dea why the bitch gotta be so fly 

And why the pussy so good, head so fine 

Trying not to bust, nigga can't hold out 

All over everywhere 

She hit me, I'm sending her checks just to get her there 

I bet she leave that nigga there 

Look at her underwear area 

Long as the quanity's quality, the more the merrier 

Bet they break up like T-Mobile carriers 

Told her, she thought that shit was hilarious 

Thought that shit was hilarious 

Shit, I'ma bend her over right quick 

I'm sick of waiting on that pussy, finna go and get it over with 

Put that ass in motion, and send her home to her man later on 

He don't know shit