After Party
(Wagwan)
Blah
What you talkin' about
Man, just stepped in a shoub, I live in a race and I'll be done
I'm emptying everything twice right now, quit thinking about me, I might be drunk
I'm way too turn, but loosing the sun, she might look good but she ain't no fun
He don't wanna jump and I'm micro, maybe he might be shank, he might be dumb
He might just track, he might be an idiot
On a mic, he get too small, like a cigarette
He ain't got the floss and a rant like siblings
Give me the drums and the bass and spinning 'em
And I can tell this girl he into him, so let me go drop two, two games
Till I can't run she gon' hold my ding-dingling
And my best come is eminem
So I'm like wagwan after the rave
I show you, I don't know how to behave
Come with your bestie, come with your maze
Come with the Hennessy, come with the raze
I'm hella drunk and I'm in a state
By the end of the scene, I get with your shade
You got a dumb, how can it shade?
You got a dumb, get it in my face
And you know that she's coming over
First, we can bake in the sofa, then to the bed, I'll be turning her over
Can't bend the knee, so I ain't gon' show her
And each girl be going on bad
How she give me that push, she an organ donor?
And up, I better go stupid
She don't know that I ain't no joker
After the party is the after party
All the mandem leaving, just tryna sip Bacardi
All the gyal moving loose, the gyal are moving naughty
Tryna come up to my room, let's really throw the party
I said after the party is the after party
I know how to draw a girl, don't need a fucking sharpy
And it's me, we push the start, don't need a fucking car key
Who's tyrna get off their face, let's really start the party
Let's really start the party, let's really start it up
Yeah, we just left the club, but we still turning up
You think I'm moving crazy, why would I give a fuck?
Can do anything I want and I couldn't care less what you think about us
Couldn't care less what you think about me
Drinking array and I'm on two beans
Fresh one, tens, and I be on cut ginger
Yeah, I'm off my face and I still think clean
On my case, why do they care too much?
Care so much, they wanna be like me
Big Lens, Lzee
Don't take no chap when you come to my team
I couldn't care less what you think about me
Drinking array and I'm on two beans
Fresh one, tens, and I be on cut ginger
Yeah, I'm off my face and I still think clean
On my case, why do they care too much?
Care so much, they wanna be like me
Big lens, Lzee
Don't take no chap too when you come to my team
Don't take no chap when it come to my squad
Spin them on the map, man, I'm way too hard
Spark one bar and I spark one more
And the DJ spoil when he wheel them up
All of the young boys, cleaning the opps
Stepped in the rave and then sweeped in the opp
Had the force up in ahead of the rear
And I'm off my face, competing the opp
After the party is the after party
All the mandem leaving, just tryna sip Bacardi
All the gyal moving loose, the gyal are moving naughty
Tryna come up to my room, let's really throw the party
I said after the party is the after party
I know how to draw a girl, don't need fucking sharpy
And it's me, we push the start, don't need a fucking car key
Who's tyrna get off their face, let's really start the party (party)
Blah
What you talkin' about
Man, just stepped in a shoub, I live in a race and I'll be done
I'm emptying everything twice right now, quit thinking about me, I might be drunk
I'm way too turn, but loosing the sun, she might look good but she ain't no fun
He don't wanna jump and I'm micro, maybe he might be shank, he might be dumb
He might just track, he might be an idiot
On a mic, he get too small, like a cigarette
He ain't got the floss and a rant like siblings
Give me the drums and the bass and spinning 'em
And I can tell this girl he into him, so let me go drop two, two games
Till I can't run she gon' hold my ding-dingling
And my best come is eminem
So I'm like wagwan after the rave
I show you, I don't know how to behave
Come with your bestie, come with your maze
Come with the Hennessy, come with the raze
I'm hella drunk and I'm in a state
By the end of the scene, I get with your shade
You got a dumb, how can it shade?
You got a dumb, get it in my face
And you know that she's coming over
First, we can bake in the sofa, then to the bed, I'll be turning her over
Can't bend the knee, so I ain't gon' show her
And each girl be going on bad
How she give me that push, she an organ donor?
And up, I better go stupid
She don't know that I ain't no joker
After the party is the after party
All the mandem leaving, just tryna sip Bacardi
All the gyal moving loose, the gyal are moving naughty
Tryna come up to my room, let's really throw the party
I said after the party is the after party
I know how to draw a girl, don't need a fucking sharpy
And it's me, we push the start, don't need a fucking car key
Who's tyrna get off their face, let's really start the party
Let's really start the party, let's really start it up
Yeah, we just left the club, but we still turning up
You think I'm moving crazy, why would I give a fuck?
Can do anything I want and I couldn't care less what you think about us
Couldn't care less what you think about me
Drinking array and I'm on two beans
Fresh one, tens, and I be on cut ginger
Yeah, I'm off my face and I still think clean
On my case, why do they care too much?
Care so much, they wanna be like me
Big Lens, Lzee
Don't take no chap when you come to my team
I couldn't care less what you think about me
Drinking array and I'm on two beans
Fresh one, tens, and I be on cut ginger
Yeah, I'm off my face and I still think clean
On my case, why do they care too much?
Care so much, they wanna be like me
Big lens, Lzee
Don't take no chap too when you come to my team
Don't take no chap when it come to my squad
Spin them on the map, man, I'm way too hard
Spark one bar and I spark one more
And the DJ spoil when he wheel them up
All of the young boys, cleaning the opps
Stepped in the rave and then sweeped in the opp
Had the force up in ahead of the rear
And I'm off my face, competing the opp
After the party is the after party
All the mandem leaving, just tryna sip Bacardi
All the gyal moving loose, the gyal are moving naughty
Tryna come up to my room, let's really throw the party
I said after the party is the after party
I know how to draw a girl, don't need fucking sharpy
And it's me, we push the start, don't need a fucking car key
Who's tyrna get off their face, let's really start the party (party)
Credits
Writer(s): Ellen Lewin, Jeroen Nai Chung Tong, Sonny Catwell
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