End of the Night
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] Baby, I gotta, get you up out of Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes It's something about the way you move I just can't let go, let go, let go Baby, you've got me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the night [Ludacris] It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda! By the end of the night you goin' be wanting to marry a nigga Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer Half man, half gorilla, beating all on my chest Pleasing all of your flesh, squeezing all on your breast Giving you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami Hey mami let's get it popping like Orville Redenbacher The way you move once you started nothing could ever stop ya Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha [Chorus] [Ludacris] (Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris Just for a little while for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a little dick Now how in the hell can she benefit from something like that? I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott Key access, I'll be at the very top Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva [Chorus] [Ludacris] All I need is a couple hours baby, for real Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Louis and Gucci Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy Rocking Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matching Put down your clothes and I'll put you up on the latest fashions Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion [Chorus] [Ludacris] (Gotta get you outta them clothes baby) (Something about the way you move) (I cannot let go, whoo!) (You know you got me open) (I just wanna make you mine, haha) (By the end of the night, you goin' be mine) (Luda! And Valentin' the dream) [Bobby Valentino (Ludacris)] Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas) Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace) Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!) True playa for real, for real, for real, for real Don't leave your girl round me Said don't leave your girl round me Don't leave your girl round me True playa for real, for real, for real, for real
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, NATHAN PEREZ, CHARLES C. YOUNG
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