Late Night King - Trae Tha Truth, Ty Dolla $ign, T.I.

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

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

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

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 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

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