Young Rome Lyrics

Album: Food For Thought

After Party Lyrics

(feat. Omarion)

 [Omarion talking:]

 You ready

 What's up everybody?

 Yeah, I'm Omarion

 Who that?

 It's the new sheriff in town

 Young Rome

 

 [Chorus:]

 Welcome to my after party (yeah)

 Hope that you feeling naughty

 Sexy how you move that body

 Got me like (MH, T Scott)

 Whoa ah whoa ah whoa

 Welcome to the after party

 Hope that you feeling naughty

 I'm leavin here wit somebody

 So we can do it like

 Whoa ah whoa ah whoa

 

 Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

 Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

 Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

 Young Rome

 Ok

 

 [Young Rome (1)]

 I got long chain in my tee-shit

 Holding the bottle

 Braids freshly twisted

 Caressing a model

 10-ton titan

 Hey, you looking exhausted

 Jeans saggin' she asked?

 Where's your ass?

 I lost it

 Asking me

 How much my bracelet costed?

 She finally got a young baller to floss wit

 Don't touch the diamonds

 You might get frostbit

 Looking at my chain

 Might make you nauseous

 I'm in a party

 Crum crumaya dunka

 Let me stand behind you and look at your future

 Mami you look right

 So lets twurk

 On the dance floor all night

 And your blouse

 Make it bounce

 Girl are those cantaloupes or breasteses

 Cuz I'm a freak

 I got multiple fetishes

 You know

 Hands down on the dance floor

 Ass up

 It's an after party 

 Niggas put cash up, oh

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 [Omarion talking:]

 Yeah ladies and gentlemen

 I want y'all to put your hands together

 Clap your hands

 Clap your hands

 Clap, clap, clap your hands

 

 [Young Rome (2)]

 After me there will be no replacement

 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

 Headed out to my castle

 I had to kick a dude out

 For being an asshole

 Cussin' at his broad

 Drunk, loud, and staggerin'

 Cuz she was in my ear

 Saying thing so flatterin'

 But it didn't matter then

 I was at my friend

 In my driveway

 Getting her number at her Benz

 Now I'm walking through my royal doors

 Steppin on my porcelain floor

 Looking at broads

 Who don't like to wear draws

 Everybody got their hands up

 Cuz I'm a bad boy

 I throw live parties like Puff Daddy

 Rome, true payer for real

 I don't trip when the Cristol spills

 We got mo' pimp

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 [Omarion talking:]

 Lets do it again y'all everybody

 Clap, clap your hands

 Clap, clap, clap your hands

 You know I sing, but you got me really want to rap

 Let me kick something

 

 [Omarion Rap:]

 Mama mama game so sick

 Call the doctor

 Ring, quick, quick, quick

 The DJ bumpin

 Up in da club

 I got 2 freaks putting on a show in a hot tub

 It's smeeling like bath and body works

 Liquor on my breathe

 Flippin up they dress

 Showing me flesh

 Rubin on my chest

 When I raise a cigar

 Cuz bottom line

 My after party don't start til tomorrow

 

 [Chorus til fade]