Party After 2 - Album Version (Edited)
Hey, come here, baby
I know you ain't tired
What, what that mean
Ay, 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 (so fresh)
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, Cîroc? Or the dark Bacardi?
I got a couple Dutch's 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 (okay)
My little Asian chick and my Jamaican girl
Wind on me, wind on me
Damn 'cause she love the-, ah
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 in my own spot
I got five sexy women plus some five-star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen (so fresh)
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
All night
You're now listening to this lyrical Christening
Haters wan' be dissin' him 'cause their baby momma on me
I make the women horny, just the way that I am
D-Block, the way I look up in that black Lam'
Chain watch bezel iced out
Real, in the hood that's my fam
I do Patrón shots, she like red wine
She looking at me like she ready for her bedtime
They call me Don Don, flow so ridiculous
I like 'em fat too, come here, are you ticklish?
Eat my like a licorice, or better yet your favorite dish
You think I'm home by myself, hater, remember this
I got five sexy women plus some five-star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen (so fresh)
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
All night
'Cause we don't stop 'til it's gone
Don't stop 'til it's gone
So don't leave me, leave me
The E&J is burning my soul, stay up in the zone (don't leave me)
Don't leave me, leave me
Oh-oh-okay, thinkin' 'bout you, blue lingerie
Quarter past two, shawty swing my way
So hit the phone, you can tell it's on
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 know you ain't tired
What, what that mean
Ay, 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 (so fresh)
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, Cîroc? Or the dark Bacardi?
I got a couple Dutch's 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 (okay)
My little Asian chick and my Jamaican girl
Wind on me, wind on me
Damn 'cause she love the-, ah
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 in my own spot
I got five sexy women plus some five-star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen (so fresh)
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
All night
You're now listening to this lyrical Christening
Haters wan' be dissin' him 'cause their baby momma on me
I make the women horny, just the way that I am
D-Block, the way I look up in that black Lam'
Chain watch bezel iced out
Real, in the hood that's my fam
I do Patrón shots, she like red wine
She looking at me like she ready for her bedtime
They call me Don Don, flow so ridiculous
I like 'em fat too, come here, are you ticklish?
Eat my like a licorice, or better yet your favorite dish
You think I'm home by myself, hater, remember this
I got five sexy women plus some five-star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen (so fresh)
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
All night
'Cause we don't stop 'til it's gone
Don't stop 'til it's gone
So don't leave me, leave me
The E&J is burning my soul, stay up in the zone (don't leave me)
Don't leave me, leave me
Oh-oh-okay, thinkin' 'bout you, blue lingerie
Quarter past two, shawty swing my way
So hit the phone, you can tell it's on
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
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Jacobs, Jeremy P. Felton, Kenneth Edward Pratt, Darius Joseph Barnes
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