Trey Songz - Late Night Lyrics
Your boy Juicy J, yeahY'all know what it isBetter hide your girl, mane, we looking for herI ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationshipsI-I-I be on that late night shitThey going cozy for the DJ when he play the shitThey be on that late night shitOne o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, fourFive o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boyIf you ain't the type of ***** talking 'bout relationshipsHit me up, hit me up on that late night shitOn that late night shit, on that late night shitHit me up, hit me up on that late night shit(We on that) on that late night shit(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shitIs this all for me? It's finna be a great nightA lot of fish in the sea, I'm feeling like a great biteGirl, you got a face like oh, ohMight wanna see you in the daytime, oh, ohIf the money don't sleep, I won't close my eyes for a secondYou come first, I come second'Bout to give you this blessin', finna teach you this lessonGet you out of that dress and I don't know nothing 'bout affectionWhat's up? If you wanna spend some timeBaby, you know when the club is over, overI'mma let you know ahead of timeBaby, II ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationshipsI-I-I be on that late night shitThey going cozy for the DJ when he play the shitThey be on that late night shitOne o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, fourFive o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boyIf you ain't the type of ***** talking 'bout relationshipsHit me up, hit me up on that late night shitOn that late night shit, on that late night shitHit me up, hit me up on that late night shit(We on that) on that late night shit(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shitAll my dawgs so gon' let a dawg onOne night stand, you wake up, I'm long goneGirl, quit playing, Juicy J can't be your manNo discussion, *****, fiddling, *****ing then toss you with the bandsShe ratchet, Dirty Diana, doing anything to get on that cameraStraight shot trying to get her Instagram upOn the internet getting niggas jammed upKnow your type the only thing I'm spending with you is the nightTurn you on it and if the face looking right I might hit it twiceDrill the chick after the club and then I sent her backMight as well work at least the way she give me cabShe throwing that like a quarterbackCall me Warren Sapp, I tackle thatHit me when I'm in your town, I'm smashing thatHit a nigga up if you 'bout that lifeLet's get *****ed up, yeah, bring your girlsEnding up on that tub, but for now we on this clubMy hands all on your butt, you grabbing all on my what?She can say, she can say, baby let 'em talk about itYou know like I know that they don't know about usYou know like I know you wanna give me all loveYou know like I know so baby tell me what's up?What's up? If you wanna spend some timeBaby, you know when the club is over, overI'mma let you know ahead of timeBaby, II ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationshipsI-I-I be on that late night shitThey going cozy for the DJ when he play the shitThey be on that late night shitOne o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, fourFive o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boyIf you ain't the type of ***** talking 'bout relationshipsHit me up, hit me up on that late night shitOn that late night shit, on that late night shitHit me up, hit me up on that late night shit(We on that) on that late night shit(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)Hit me up, hit me up on that late night sh*t
