Late Night King Trae tha Truth (Ft. Jeremih, T.I. & Ty Dolla $ign)

[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