Party After 2 by Jeremih
Hey, come here, baby, I know you ain't tired
What, what that mean? Aye, pour a drink
We gon' party, you with me?
Homie, bring that in
I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my
house
And on the walls got Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night
Night, night, night, night, all night
I pull up in that Maserati
Come inside, baby, it's the after party
What you like, Ciroc? Or the dark Bacardi?
I got a couple dutches rolled up
I don't see the hold up like that
Everybody growed up, we grown
My little chocolate thing, my butter pecan momma
My white girl is hot, too, and she like Obama
My little Asian chick and my Jamaican girl
Wind on me, wind on me, damn 'cause she love the, ha
My left hand is froze, high got me spillin' Rose
On her thousand dollar red-bottom open toes
I be in the hood but tonight I'm not
I got the party jumping off at my own spot
I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my
house
And on the walls got Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night
Night, night, night, night, all night
You're now listening to this lyrical christening
Haters won't be dissin' him because their baby momma on
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