Afterparty from Young RomeoHere is the lyrics for Afterparty We hope that you enjoy them just asmuch as we here at International Lyrics DataBase do. [Intro] You ready What’s up everybody, huh Yeah, I’m Omarion Who that Its a new Sheriff in town Young Rome [Chorus] Welcome to my after party Hope that you're feeling naughty Sexy how you move that body Got me like, whoa, whoa, whoa Welcome to the after party Hope that you're feeling naughty I'm leaving here with somebody So we can do it like, whoa, whoa, whoa [Verse 1] Okay I rock little chains, white tees, and drinking from my bottle Braids, freshly twisted, caressing a model Tims untied tongue hanging out looking exhausted Jeans sagging she asked (Where ya ass) I lost it Asking me how much my bracelet costed She finally ain't got a baller a little frost whip Don’t touch the diamonds you might get frostbit And looking at my chain might make you nauseous I’m in a party crunk palm me a dunka Let me stand behind you and look at your future Mami it look right So lets twork on the dance floor all night Damn your blouse is tight (make it bounce) Girl are those ?? or breast-esses ’Cause I’m a freak I got multiple fetishes You know Hands down on the dance floor ass up Its a after party Niggers put your cash up (oh) [Chorus] Welcome to my after party Hope that you're feeling naughty Sexy how you move that body Got me like, whoa, whoa, whoa Welcome to the after party (Welcome) Hope that you're feeling naughty I'm leaving here with somebody So we can do it like, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, ladies and gentlemen I want ya’ll to put your hands together Clap your hands, clap your hands Clap, clap, clap your hands [Verse 2] After me there will be no replacement (Yo what’s that smell) My homie smoking in my basement Marques went up to my room with a freak He can use the bed, just take off my sheets Everybody left the club, heading out to my castle I had to kick this dude out for being an ******* Cursing out his broad drunk loud and staggering But she was in my ear saying things so flattering But it didn’t matter then I was at her friend, in my driveway Getting her number at her Benz Now I’m walking through my royal doors Stepping on my Boston floors, Looking at broads who don’t like to wear drawers Everybody got their hands up ’Cause I’m a bad boy, and throw live parties like Puff (Bad boy baby) That beat wont you play it for real And I don’t trip when the crystal spill We got more pimping [Chorus] Welcome to my after party Hope that you're feeling naughty Sexy how you move that body Got me like, whoa, whoa, whoa Welcome to the after party Hope that you're feeling naughty I'm leaving here with somebody So we can do it like, whoa, whoa, whoa Clap, clap your hands Clap, clap, clap your hands Ay Rome man You know I’m a singer but man You got me really wanting to rap [Verse 3] mama, mama game so sick Call a doctor, ring, quick, quick, quick The DJs bumping up in the club I got two freaks putting on a show in the hot tub Its smelling like bath and body works Liquor on my breath, flipping up they dress Showing me flesh, rubbing my chest When I raise a cigar ‘cause bottom line My after party don’t stop till tomorrow Ah-ha! [Chorus] Welcome to my after party Hope that you're feeling naughty Sexy how you move that body Got me like, whoa, whoa, whoa Welcome to the after party Hope that you're feeling naughty I'm leaving here with somebody So we can do it like, whoa, whoa, whoa [Outro] Yeah, yeah Omarion checking in Official T.U.G representa! We got MH in the house, T Scott C. Stokes you know I see ya boy! I'm gone, I’m gone! [Chorus] Welcome to my after party Hope that you're feeling naughty Sexy how you move that body Got me like, whoa, whoa, whoa Welcome to the after party Hope that you're feeling naughty I'm leaving here with somebody So we can do it like, whoa, whoa, whoa... |
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