Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party After 2 , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Party After 2 |
| Hey, come here, baby, I know you ain’t tired |
| What, what that mean? |
| Aye, pour a drink |
| We gon' party, you with me? |
| Homie, bring that in |
| I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house |
| And on the walls got Gucci linen |
| My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night |
| Night, night, night, night, all night |
| I pull up in that Maserati |
| Come inside, baby, it’s the after party |
| What you like, Ciroc? |
| Or the dark Bacardi? |
| I got a couple dutches rolled up |
| I don’t see the hold up like that |
| Everybody growed up, we grown |
| My little chocolate thing, my butter pecan momma |
| My white girl is hot, too, and she like Obama |
| My little Asian chick and my Jamaican girl |
| Wind on me, wind on me, damn 'cause she love the, ha |
| My left hand is froze, high got me spillin' Rose |
| On her thousand dollar red-bottom open toes |
| I be in the hood but tonight I’m not |
| I got the party jumping off at my own spot |
| I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house |
| And on the walls got Gucci linen |
| My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night |
| Night, night, night, night, all night |
| You’re now listening to this lyrical christening |
| Haters won’t be dissin' him because their baby momma on me |
| I make the women horny, just the way that I am |
| D-Block, the way I look up in that black Lam' |
| Chain watch bezel iced out, goddamn |
| Real airport in the hood, that’s my fam |
| I do Patron shots, she like red wine |
| She looking at me like she ready for her bedtime |
| They call me Don-Don, flow so ridiculous |
| I like 'em fat too, come here, are you ticklish? |
| Eat my like a licorice or better yet your favorite dish |
| You think I’m home by myself, hater, remember this |
| I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house |
| And on the walls got Gucci linen |
| My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night |
| Night, night, night, night, all night |
| 'Cause we don’t stop 'til it’s gone, don’t stop 'til it’s gone |
| So don’t leave me, leave me |
| The DJ’s playing my song, take up in my song |
| Don’t leave me, leave me |
| Oh, oh okay, thinkin' 'bout you, blue lingerie |
| Quarter past 2, shawty swing my way |
| So hit the phone, you can tell it’s on |
| I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house |
| And on the walls got Gucci linen |
| My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night |
| Night, night, night, night, all night |