Sheek Louch - Party After 2 lyrics

[Sheek - Intro] Hey, come here baby I know you aint tired Whaa, what that mean, ay pour a drink We gon party you with me Homie bring that in [Jeremih - Chorus] I got five s**y women plus some five star love in my house And on the walls, got Gucci linen My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght Ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight All night [Sheek] I pull up in that Maserati Come inside baby its the after party What you like, Ciroc? Or the dark Bacardi? I got a couple dutch's rolled up I don't see the hold up, like that, everybody growed up, we grown My little chocolate thing, my bu*ter 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 redbottom open toes I be in the hood, but tonight I'm not I got the party jumping off in my own spot [Jeremih - Chorus] I got five s**y women plus some five star love in my house And on the walls, got Gucci linen My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght Ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight All night [Sheek - Verse 2] You're now listening to this lyrical Christening Haters wan' be dissin' him casue 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, God Damn! Real, 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 liquorice, or better yet your favourite dish You think I'm home by myself, hater remember this... [Jeremih - Chorus] I got five s**y women plus some five star love in my house And on the walls, got Gucci linen My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght Ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight All night [Jeremih - Bridge] Cause we don't stop til it's gone Stop til it's gone So don't leave me, leave me The? burning my soul,? 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 [Jeremih - Chorus] I got five s**y women plus some five star love in my house And on the walls, got Gucci linen My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght Ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight All night