Dat Night lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz, Young Thug]
Yeah!
Ayy, I f*cked 'round and made them n*ggas
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 b*tches, all my b*tches (Slatt)
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I be in Chicago (Yeah)
L.A., New York and Miami, pus*y everywhere I go (Baby)
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I be in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pus*y everywhere I go (Ayy)
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I'm in Chicago (Ayy)
L.A., New York, then Miami, pus*y everywhere I go (Slatt-slatt, I go)
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks (Yeah)
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah, yeah), get this money blindfolded (Slatt)
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I'm in Chicago (Ayy)
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my b*tches lit, all my b*tches with the sh*t
All my b*tches scammers, but they hold a hammer and split your sh*t, boy (Ooh)

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

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I be in Toronto
I could get the pus*y eyes closed with a blindfold
It's a war zone, n*gga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, n*ggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods 'cause n*gga 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
f*ck the judge, f*ck feds, n*gga, tryna get up off that poor
n*ggas say they tryna eat, can't get sh*t up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
They hopped in the Benz, I f*cked all her friends, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Trey Songz, Trey Songz]
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York, then Miami, pus*y everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my b*tches lit, all my b*tches with the sh*t
All my b*tches scammers, but they hold a hammer and split your sh*t, boy
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ayy, make her suck di*k on the patio
I might eat that b*tch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
While these young n*gga tellin' they Teletubbies (Ah)
I f*ck 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
f*ck her in the light, I don't do nothin' dark, yeah, yeah (Ha)
f*ck 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 b*tches with the sh*t when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York, then Miami, pus*y everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks
Know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my b*tches with the sh*t when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with her friend eeny, miny, moe
All my b*tches lit [All my b*tches lit], all my b*tches with the sh*t [They with the sh*t]
All my b*tches scammers [My b*tches scammers], but they hold a hammer and split your sh*t, boy [They hold it, bop-bop]