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Trey Songz - Dat Night Lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz, Young Thug]
Yeah!
Ayy, I fucked 'round and made them niggas
Goddamn open 'em all up tonight, you know what I mean?
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga!
Matter of fact, ayy, ayy, ayy, call the sheriff, man, call the sheriff

[Chorus: Trey Songz, Young Thug, Chris Brown, Trey Songz & Chris Brown]
All my bitches, all my bitches (Slatt)
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago (Yeah)
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Baby)
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Ayy)
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago (Ayy)
L.A., New York, then Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Slatt-slatt, I go)
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks (Yeah)
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah, yeah), get this money blindfolded (Slatt)
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago (Ayy)
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers, but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Baby, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin' (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Fuck a pillow-talkin' nigga that be instigatin' (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me (Why? Ooh)
I fuck they bitches and they know that I make pretty babies (Hahaha, woo!)
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin' Black bitches (Yeah-yeah, yeah!)
Tippin' four and I'm pourin' four of Actavis (Ugh)
She know every time I turn up (What?), I keep fuckin' up mattresses (Yeah!)
Tryna ask me why I don't nut (Ha), Percocet make the dick like a magician (Yikes! Damn)
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
'Cause I cash different
But tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Trey Songz, Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York, then Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers, but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I could get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It's a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods 'cause nigga livin' in L.A
It's a lot of things ain't forgiven in L.A
Know I'm from the third, I be reppin' that V.A
You ain't got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds, nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can't get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
They hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Trey Songz, Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York, then Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers, but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ayy, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
While these young nigga tellin' they Teletubbies (Ah)
I fuck her good, I don't tell 'em nothin' (Nah)
Nut in her hair, make it good and fuzzy
I get it in with a bigger budget (Ha)
And the inside my car look like peanut butter (Woo)
Drag it when you walk, baby
I done came from rags to riches, did it all, baby (Ah)
When we done, she say it's hard to walk, yeah, yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don't do nothin' dark, yeah, yeah (Ha)
Fuck you thought? Uh
Red bottoms bleed when you walk, uh
Put my food in your drawers, uh
Bedroom dim like walls, uh
Gun range, teach you how to chop 'em, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite color red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead, King Joffrey, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Young Thug, Chris Brown, Young Thug & Trey Songz, Trey Songz, Chris Brown, [Young Thug]]
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York, then Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit [All my bitches lit], all my bitches with the shit [They with the shit]
All my bitches scammers [My bitches scammers], but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy [They hold it, bop-bop]