Wiz Khalifa – Late Night Messages Lyrics

Late Night Messages

Wiz Khalifa

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"Late Night Messages." - Wiz Khalifa

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:45 pm

Album: Rolling Papers 2

Track No: 13

(Ooh-ooh)
(Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout what I might do
Don't know what got into me
Prolly 'cause you keep sendin' me them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Keep sendin' me them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Oh-oh, oh-oh
You always talkin' 'bout you know your worth
You're through with searchin' 'round, you know what you deserve
He put you through some wild shit, that ain't me
You know what I'm about, you get just what you see
Ain't got no time for discussion
Tryna get into something
Shorty hittin' my phone, sayn' she need it, she want it
At the house all alone
Then tryna be in the public
When I leave, say she still feel me in her stomach
She gon' tell you she love you
But she been with the kid
We get it poppin', send a message like he leavin' the crib
Like to smoke when I drive
Roll some weed then I dip
Before I come through, she in the bed
And once I get over, I keep it goin', don't stop
You show me how much you love it when you get on top
Your mans coming home so we gon' keep the door locked
Been smokin' and drinkin' his liquor, now we both hot
We fuckin' like we tryna catch feelings
Got you bangin' on the walls, girl, you shakin' up the building
Baby girl, tell me what the deal is?
Ain't nothin' like them other guys, you fuckin' with the realest
Young Wiz
Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout what I might do
Don't know what got into me
Prolly 'cause you keep sendin' me them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Keep sendin' me them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Nothing's the same
No-one would play, or come over play
I ain't with them games
Don't even call, I'm just coming over
Fresh off the plane
You gave him a trial, he left your heart broke
But never again
It's startin' to get late
I know what you want but I ain't gon' judge you
That ain't the case
Send me a message, soon as I get it
Tell me erase it
Usually don't do this, know what you doin'
You ain't no lame
Are you ready for it? Are you ready for it?
Never bored, I'ma get my phone, press record
Girl, I'm grown so don't worry about nobody knowin'
It was good, I decided to see what you was doin'
It's been a long time but this thing ain't foreign
Give it too you hard, we fucking up the headboard
Switchin' up positions in the bed, we ain't bored
Takin' you up in the sky, feel like you soarin'
I supposed to be writin' songs but I'm in my low-low when I'm
Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout what I might do
Don't know what got into me
Prolly 'cause you keep sendin' me them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Keep sendin' them late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Late night messages
Oh-oh, oh-oh
'Cause when I say slide, you slide
And when you say ride, I ride
Keep a bad bitch by my side
And when I say go, you go
And when you say roll, I roll
You the last one to hit my phone, in my car, all alone

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Eric Dan & Jeremy Kulousek.

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