• Artist: Young Rome f/ Omarion
• Song Title: After Party
• Album: Food For Thought

Wassup everybody yeah i'm omarion who dat it's a new sheriff in town.... young rome

Chorus:welcome to my after party hope that you feeling naughty sexy how you move that body got me like whoa whoa whoa welcome to my after party hope that you feeling naughty i'm leaving here with somebody so e can do it like whoa whoa whoa

1verse
i rock low chains white tees and i drink from the bottle braids freshly twisted carresing a model timbs untied tongue hangin lookin exausted jeans saggin she asked where your a** i lost it asking me how hoow much my bracelet costed now shorty got a young balla to floss with dont touch the diamonds you might get frostbit and lookin at my chain might make you nausous i'm in the party crunk palmin your duka let me stand behind you and look in you future mommy it look bright so lets twork on the dance floor al night damn your blouse is tight what is those cantalopes or breasteses cause i'm a freak i got multiple fetishes hands down on the dance floor a** up its the after party n**** put your cash up

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2verse
after me there will be no replacement what's that smell my homie smokin in my basement marques went up to my room with a freak he can use the bed just take off my sheetseverybody left the club headin out to my castle had to kick a dude out for being a a** hole cursin at his broad drunk loud and staggering cause she was in my ear sayin things so flattering but it didn't matter then i was at her friend in my driveway gettin her number out her benz no i'm walkin through the royal steppin on my porcelain floor lookin at bras dont have to wear draws everybody get ya hands up cause i'm a bad boy i throw live parties like puff daddy rome true playa 4 real i dont trip when the crystal spill we got me here

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omari rap:
mama mama game so sick call the doctor ring quick quick quick the dj's bumpin up in the club i got 2 freaks puttin down the show in the hot tub smellin like bath and body works liquor on my breath flippin up they dress showin me flesh rubbin my chest when i lift a cigar cause bottom line my after party dont stop 'til tomorrow

chorus 'til end