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conversations.value: Write me a song called Late Night King with the following description: Track off Trae tha Truth’s debut album Tha Truth featuring Chicago singer Jeremih, T.I. – who have worked together on several hits like Check This, Dig That – and LA rapper Ty Dolla $ign.
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conversations.value: [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 [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
  [Verse 2: Jeremih]
  First came in dissing each other, now I got em all kissing each other
  Want a coach and I just put em in
  Phil Jackson shit, girl we gone win
  Got the bait, I just reel em in
  Section 8, now she to the top
  She look better naked but she like to shop
  Picture me and you in coupe without the top
  Monday in the Duly, Friday in the drop
  As I pull up valet, yo I keep my keys
  Turned up like the 70s
  Sex tape filmed in 7D
  [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
  I fucked your bitch and filmed it
  Dolla $ign Spielberg
  My life is a movie, shout out to my DJ
  All I smoke is OG, motherfuck the police
  Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town)
  OG, all my bitches love me
  Bitch I think I’m Gucci
  Then she suck that dick up, I’ma eat that coochie
  I like my cars drop top
  At the light getting top, she going up [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 4: Trae tha Truth]
  I’m in this night life, politicking
  Politician, bet this ho listen
  Pacific, no DC fishing
  The play for Trae, ain’t shit here missing
  Bitches with bitches, she send it over
  She say she want rod I might pull it over
  Tryna make me stand up while she bending over
  Begging me to cum 
  whip it like baking soda
  Her nigga fucked up so I’m taking over
  Look at that ass, she might get the business
  Talking so much, you might never finish
  The way you sit up, talking broke a Guinness
  I’m like a four door old school
  Double slide through the city, Truth so cool
  Ain’t no telling what might happen when I roll through
  I’m an asshole baby, ain’t no rules
  [Verse 5: T.I]
  I’m the king of the bankroll
  Rubber band ain’t even gone fit that
  Everywhere I go I see another stank ho
  Asking me why I ain’t never hit that
  Hit that bitch in the back of the trap house
  See me and she holler out there how you gone act now
  Run it, and like that I done it
  Shove some’ fat into her flat stomach
  I have no i-
  Dea why the bitch gotta be so fly
  And why the pussy so good, head so fine
  Trying not to bust, nigga can’t hold out
  All over everywhere
  She hit me, I’m sending her checks just to get her there
  I bet she leave that nigga there
  Look at her underwear area
  Long as the quanity’s quality, the more the merrier
  Bet they break up like T-Mobile carriers
  Told her, she thought that shit was hilarious
  Thought that shit was hilarious
  Shit, I’ma bend her over right quick
  I’m sick of waiting on that pussy, finna go and get it over with
  Put that ass in motion, and send her home to her man later on
  He don’t know shit