Artist: Trey Songz f/ Juicy J
Album:  Trigga
Song:   Late Night
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Juicy J]
{"Mike WiLL Made-It..."} Your boy Juicy J, yeah
Y'all know what it is {"EarDrummers"}
Better hide your girl, mane, we lookin' for her

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I ain't the type of nigga thinkin' 'bout relationships
I-I-I be on that late night shit (whoooa)
They goin' cozy for the DJ when he play the shit
They be on that late night shit
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four
Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy
If you ain't the type of bitch talkin' 'bout relationships
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit (whoooa)
On that late night shit (oww) on that late night shit (oww)
Hit 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 shit

[Trey Songz]
Is this all for me? It's finna be a great night
A lot of fish in the sea, I'm feelin' like a great white
Girl, you got a face like oh, ohh
Might wanna see you in the daytime, oh, ohh
If the money don't sleep, I won't close my eyes for a second
You come first, I come second
'Bout to give you this blessin' (blessin') finna teach you this lesson (lesson)
Get you out of that dress and I don't know nothing 'bout affection

[Interlude: Trey Songz]
What's up? If you wanna spend some time
Baby, you know when the club is over, over
I'ma let you know ahead of time
Baby, I

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
Tell 'em Trey, uh-huh, let's go

I'm a dog so gon' and let a dog bone
One night stand, you wake up, I'm long gone
Girl, quit playin', Juicy J can't be your man
No discussion, bitch, fiddlin', fuckin' then toss you with the bands
She ratchet, Dirty Diana, doin' anything to get on that camera
Straight shot tryin' to get her Instagram up, on the internet gettin' niggas jammed up
Know your type the only thing I'm spendin' with you is the night
Turn you on it and if the face lookin' right I might hit it twice
Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back
Might as well work at least the way she give me cab
She throwin' that like a quarterback, call me Warren Sapp
I tackle that, hit me when I'm in your town, I'm smashin' that

[Chorus]

[Trey Songz]
Hit a nigga up (YUP!) if you 'bout that life
Let's get fucked up (YEEEAH~!) bring your girls
Ending up on that tub, but for now we on this club
My hands all on your butt, you grabbing all on my what?
She can say, she can say, baby let 'em talk about it
You know like I know that they don't know about us
You know like I know you wanna give me all love
You know like I know so baby tell me what's up?

[Interlude] + [Chorus]