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After Party - Young Rome lyrics


(feat. Omarion)

[Omarion talking:]

You ready

What's up everybody?

Yeah, I'm Omarion

Who that?

It's the new sheriff in town

Young Rome

[Chorus:]

Welcome to my after party (yeah)

Hope that you feeling naughty

Sexy how you move that body

Got me like (MH, T Scott)

Whoa ah whoa ah whoa

Welcome to the after party

Hope that you feeling naughty

I'm leavin here wit somebody

So we can do it like

Whoa ah whoa ah whoa

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Young Rome

Ok

[Young Rome (1)]

I got one arm in my tee-shit

Holding the bottle

Braids freshly twisted

Caressing a model

10-ton titan

Hey, you looking exhausted

Jeans saggin' she asked?

Where's your ass?

I lost it

Asking me

How much my bracelet costed?

She finally got a young baller to floss wit

Don't touch the diamonds

You might get frostbit

Looking at my chain

Might make you nauseous

I'm in a party

Crum crumaya dunka

Let me stand behind you and look at your future

Mami you look right

So lets twurk

On the dance floor all night

And your blouse

Make it bounce

Girl are those cantaloupes or breasteses

Cuz I'm a freak

I got multiple fetishes

You know

Hands down on the dance floor

Ass up

It's an after party

Niggas put cash up, oh

[Chorus:]

[Omarion talking:]

Yeah ladies and gentlemen

I want y'all to put your hands together

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap, clap, clap your hands

[Young Rome (2)]

After me there will be no replacement

What's that smell?

My home smoking in my basement

Marques went up to my room with a freak

He can use the bed

Just take off my sheets

Everybody left the club

Headed out to my castle

I had to kick a dude out

For being an asshole

Cussin' at his broad

Drunk, loud, and staggerin'

Cuz she was in my ear

Saying thing so flatterin'

But it didn't matter then

I was at my friend

In my driveway

Getting her number at her Benz

Now I'm walking through my royal doors

Steppin on my porcelain floor

Looking at broads

Who don't like to wear draws

Everybody got their hands up

Cuz I'm a bad boy

I throw live parties like Puff Daddy

Rome, true payer for real

I don't trip when the Cristol spills

We got mo' pimp

[Chorus:]

[Omarion talking:]

Lets do it again y'all everybody

Clap, clap your hands

Clap, clap, clap your hands

You know I sing, but you got me really want to rap

Let me kick something

[Omarion Rap:]

Mama mama game so sick

Call the doctor

Ring, quick, quick, quick

The DJ bumpin

Up in da club

I got 2 freaks putting on a show in a hot tub

It's smeeling like bath and body works

Liquor on my breathe

Flippin up they dress

Showing me flesh

Rubin on my chest

When I raise a cigar

Cuz bottom line

My after party don't start til tomorrow

[Chorus til fade]
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02   Freaky lyrics   -
03   I Don't Care lyrics   -
04   After Party   -
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06   In My Bedroom lyrics   -
07   Crazy Girl lyrics   -
08   Sexapade lyrics   -
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10   2 Step[add]   -
11   Best Days lyrics   -
12   Clap lyrics   -
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