Song | After Party |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Need for Speed Carbon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
11 o'clock, who's ringin' my phone? | |
I'm just cool, laid back like Nina Simone | |
I don’t recognise the number though | |
So I let the number go | |
Then I text the number - Yo | |
Who’s this? What’s happenin'? | |
Who’s hollerin'? While I’m stretched back, mag sittin' | |
That's weird, so somethin’s going on | |
Then I think we should reach 'coz somethin’s going on | |
I can smell a party ten miles away | |
Blindfold, locate, when the ??? say | |
So you know I gotta reach, get just white kicks | |
Do irregular peach | |
And that’s fresh fresh fresh | |
I’m ready for to stick in this, yes yes yes | |
I jump up, move straight to my car | |
Start drivin', text back - yo tell me where you are | |
I pull up, stop right by the door - | |
It’s a house and a club, I’ve never seen this before | |
You remember `Eyes wide shut`? This is `Eyes wide open` | |
Make my eyes light up | |
Knock knock - yep let me come in | |
On the list from your friend, mate nope, you go in | |
The doors open to a beautiful sight | |
Downs fresh like linnen and those pearls are nice whites | |
Caught two ??? from next room through doors | |
Shortee Blitz was cutting the hits | |
I didn’t see Rodney B., but I bumped into his skits | |
Now I’m deep in the middle real tight | |
Like a huddle, hold on, spell it trouble | |
I’m surrounded by 99 girls | |
And at least 97 could run for Miss World | |
Yep it’s a stushy one but I don’t care what you wag at me - | |
One: I like them crisp but humble | |
Know how to handle for themselves in the jungle | |
But for a wager she's grounded | |
Loves to roll big but she respects when she’s rounded | |
Yeah that’s a diamond in the dirt, call it, damn it | |
And this dance is flawless, 18 rooms and the floor's enormous | |
Wind up superbly with this Mïss Gorgeous | |
Wanna come, text me up, I’ll call you after the chorus |
11 o' clock, who' s ringin' my phone? | |
I' m just cool, laid back like Nina Simone | |
I don' t recognise the number though | |
So I let the number go | |
Then I text the number Yo | |
Who' s this? What' s happenin'? | |
Who' s hollerin'? While I' m stretched back, mag sittin' | |
That' s weird, so somethin' s going on | |
Then I think we should reach ' coz somethin' s going on | |
I can smell a party ten miles away | |
Blindfold, locate, when the ??? say | |
So you know I gotta reach, get just white kicks | |
Do irregular peach | |
And that' s fresh fresh fresh | |
I' m ready for to stick in this, yes yes yes | |
I jump up, move straight to my car | |
Start drivin', text back yo tell me where you are | |
I pull up, stop right by the door | |
It' s a house and a club, I' ve never seen this before | |
You remember Eyes wide shut? This is Eyes wide open | |
Make my eyes light up | |
Knock knock yep let me come in | |
On the list from your friend, mate nope, you go in | |
The doors open to a beautiful sight | |
Downs fresh like linnen and those pearls are nice whites | |
Caught two ??? from next room through doors | |
Shortee Blitz was cutting the hits | |
I didn' t see Rodney B., but I bumped into his skits | |
Now I' m deep in the middle real tight | |
Like a huddle, hold on, spell it trouble | |
I' m surrounded by 99 girls | |
And at least 97 could run for Miss World | |
Yep it' s a stushy one but I don' t care what you wag at me | |
One: I like them crisp but humble | |
Know how to handle for themselves in the jungle | |
But for a wager she' s grounded | |
Loves to roll big but she respects when she' s rounded | |
Yeah that' s a diamond in the dirt, call it, damn it | |
And this dance is flawless, 18 rooms and the floor' s enormous | |
Wind up superbly with this M ss Gorgeous | |
Wanna come, text me up, I' ll call you after the chorus |
11 o' clock, who' s ringin' my phone? | |
I' m just cool, laid back like Nina Simone | |
I don' t recognise the number though | |
So I let the number go | |
Then I text the number Yo | |
Who' s this? What' s happenin'? | |
Who' s hollerin'? While I' m stretched back, mag sittin' | |
That' s weird, so somethin' s going on | |
Then I think we should reach ' coz somethin' s going on | |
I can smell a party ten miles away | |
Blindfold, locate, when the ??? say | |
So you know I gotta reach, get just white kicks | |
Do irregular peach | |
And that' s fresh fresh fresh | |
I' m ready for to stick in this, yes yes yes | |
I jump up, move straight to my car | |
Start drivin', text back yo tell me where you are | |
I pull up, stop right by the door | |
It' s a house and a club, I' ve never seen this before | |
You remember Eyes wide shut? This is Eyes wide open | |
Make my eyes light up | |
Knock knock yep let me come in | |
On the list from your friend, mate nope, you go in | |
The doors open to a beautiful sight | |
Downs fresh like linnen and those pearls are nice whites | |
Caught two ??? from next room through doors | |
Shortee Blitz was cutting the hits | |
I didn' t see Rodney B., but I bumped into his skits | |
Now I' m deep in the middle real tight | |
Like a huddle, hold on, spell it trouble | |
I' m surrounded by 99 girls | |
And at least 97 could run for Miss World | |
Yep it' s a stushy one but I don' t care what you wag at me | |
One: I like them crisp but humble | |
Know how to handle for themselves in the jungle | |
But for a wager she' s grounded | |
Loves to roll big but she respects when she' s rounded | |
Yeah that' s a diamond in the dirt, call it, damn it | |
And this dance is flawless, 18 rooms and the floor' s enormous | |
Wind up superbly with this M ss Gorgeous | |
Wanna come, text me up, I' ll call you after the chorus |