Late Night King

[Chorus: Jeremih] 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 [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Hitting nothing when I pull up forward Looking 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 [Chorus: Jeremih] 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 [Verse 2: Jeremih] 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 [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] 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 (Ooh-yeah) At the light getting top, she going up [Chorus: Jeremih] 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 [Verse 4: Trae tha Truth] 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 send it over She say she want rod I might pull it over Tryna make me stand up while she bending over Begging me to cum whip it like baking soda Her nigga fucked up 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 [Verse 5: T.I] 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