Lyrics:
relative in jail, ha, stay engaged
To whatever make money now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenuptial is void
Eat up whatever after
ladies here tonight
Let's get it started, whoa, let's get it started, whoa
She was glancing by the bar, she unknown but she a star
Come to et's after
ladies here tonight
Let's get it started, whoa, let's get it started, whoa
She was glancing by the bar, she unknown but she a star
Come to et's after
the game by now so consider me as an all-star.
Big Chan, I'm Big in Japan
don't sweat the loot yet dawg, I'll spit in advance
after all three NATION's fam
feeling lean up
Got a g doin up antix
Gun fingers for the wheel up
Shes on a after party ting
I been the after party king
She wana party wid the kid
Sip
the party I'm like nigga yea we got to go
They love me around the way and everybody know I'm not alone
I bet them bitch niggas listen
If I diss them again
against
Your own self interest
Congratulations, you're self aware
You're driving wet and reckless
After the party?!
Congratulations, you're self aware
against
Your own self interest
You're driving "wet and reckless"
After the party?!
Congratulations, you're self-aware
You're twenty-three
Man why you
break
asking if you feel alright, you lie anyway
stay after the party’s ended, that's okay
i'll make sure you don’t feel afraid
and on the drive home i
Party all over you tryna come meet me,
I’m up in the hills over looking the city,
been poppin some bottles we copped em for free,
All apart
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
And roam like a cellular phone far from home
Givin' crowds what they wantin'
Official hip-hop consumption, the fifth thumpin'
Keepin' ya party jumpin'
And roam like a cellular phone far from home
Givin' crowds what they wantin'
Official hip-hop consumption, the fifth thumpin'
Keepin' ya party jumpin' with
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
the sockets
(The ice cream man is comin')
Wu-tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
Watch these rap niggas
outta the sockets
(The ice cream man is comin')
Wu-tang in the cut, for real niggas, what?
It's the after party and bitches wanna fuck
Watch these
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
All night
I pull up in that Maserati
Come inside baby its the after party
What you like, Ciroc? Or the dark Bacardi?
I got a couple dutch's rolled
uptown, dem listening to me
And people back in Brooklyn
Dem listening to me
And people in Jamaica, dem listening to me
Well it's a party over here
A party
Weed in the mason the jar in the back pack
I put in work I need guap gotta have that
Then after work find me right where the bag at
Memeber when
blessed and half undressed
You can't see yourself like this
Like I do
Broken bones and birthday parties
You know the kids still need to play
So come on by
And at the party after church, got into a fight.
Killed a guy and fled the scene.
And I wonder what she'd say if she was here today.
After all the things I
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