AFTERPARTY

Hit the party when it's over
Fuck it up fuck it up
How you telling me it's over
Turn it up turn it up
Afterparty 'til I'm sober
Fuck it up fuck it up
It ain't over 'til it's over
Turn it up turn it up

Told that bitch who else you know like me
Talk road but got that Houston accent
Say she a senior, I ain't no freshman
She like "if you rap you should be on XXL"
"Girl thats the size of my magnums"
She ask how my first term in college
I told her don't do too much talkin'
We should go back to your dorm, baby
I'm on my Clockwork Orange
She say my perm look Korean
Below my pants from the Congo
I'll cook you a bowl of 라면
Then show you straight out my condo

Hit the party when it's over
Fuck it up fuck it up
How you telling me it's over
Turn it up turn it up
Afterparty 'til I'm sober
Fuck it up fuck it up
It ain't over 'til it's over
Turn it up turn it up

The deck is stacked for me too high to step to me
Can't help who's into me and the two into me
Tell me to remove the other two and only be in me
But I scored par for the course ayy I hit 3
Afterparty leave a heart react
Yeah this that Space Jam
Hit 'em with the ball fake
Fuckin' ankles up in the hallway
So light the way for me my Lady Liberty
A whiff of the spliff hold up girl I'm in bliss
Colt45 on the mic ballistic tipsy
Crossed got me sick bubonic plague now infectin' the masses
Who dat snatched the torch showin' up
Who dat master class of glowin' up
Who dat care takin' the anxious to the
Final Destination and now we all finna blow up

Hit the party when it's over
Fuck it up fuck it up
How you telling me it's over
Turn it up turn it up
Afterparty 'til I'm sober
Fuck it up fuck it up
It ain't over 'til it's over
Turn it up turn it up

One red eye and a hunger to match
Unravel your world don't know how to react
Never get enough 'cause I'm greedy like that
Fuck the beat up like a heart attack
Oh damn, I'm feeling Berserk
God Hand, take all I deserve
You stand, beneath me for sure
Hit 'em with the 無駄 reality hurts
Think you've got clout but you're playing limp
This the wrong crowd son we ain't your kin
You idolize me? See that's a sin
But I'ma let it slide like ya girl's DM
You can't deny situation's a little grim
Ain't' gonna lie man she came and she brought a friend
Right now she's got herself out on a limb
I reset the Chobit, game over for him

Hit the party when it's over
Fuck it up fuck it up
How you telling me it's over
Turn it up turn it up
Afterparty 'til I'm sober
Fuck it up fuck it up
It ain't over 'til it's over
Turn it up turn it up



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Writer(s): Jesse Lacey, Chris Bracco, Mike Skinner, Amy Bracco, Kevin Patrick Devine, Michael Robertson
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