Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song End Of The Night, artist - Ludacris. Album song Release Therapy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DTP
Song language: English
End Of The Night |
| Baby, I gotta, get you up out of |
| Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes |
| It’s somethin about the way you move |
| I just cain’t let go, let go, let go |
| Baby, youuuuu’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 niiiiight |
| It’s inevitable and incredible, listen, it’s Luda! |
| By the end of the night you gon' be wantin 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, beatin all on my chest |
| Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast |
| Givin 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 poppin' like Orville Redenbacher |
| The way you move once you started nothin 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 |
| (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' ho, 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 somethin 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 |
| All I need is a couple hours baby, for real |
| Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci |
| Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy |
| Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen’s jeans |
| Your Jimmy Choo’s are so sexy but Giuseppe’s is mean |
| La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin |
| 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 |
| Gotta get you outta them clothes baby |
| Somethin 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 gon' be mine |
| Luda! |
| And Valentin' the dream |
| + (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 |