You ready?
What's up, everybody? Huh
Yeah, I'm Omarion, who that?
It's the new sheriff in town, Young Rome
Welcome to my after party (yeah)
Hope that you're feeling naughty
Sex and how you move that body
It makes me like whoa, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the after party
Hope that you're feeling naughty (I hope so)
I'm leaving here with somebody
So we can go like whoa, whoa, whoa
(Oh, okay)
(Ah) I rock long chains, white tees, and I drank from them bottles
Brace, fresh sticks with stickers restin' on my lawn
Tim's tongue, tired tongue, hangin' leggin' exhausted
G-second she asked, "Where's your ass?" I lost it
Askin' me how much my bracelet costed
Now shorty got a young momma to floss with
(Don't touch the gunman, you might get posted)
I'm looking at my chain like, "Man, you don't know shit", (whoo!)
I'm in the party, crunk, palming your duca
Let me stand behind you and look at your future
Mami, it look great, so let's twerk on the dance floor all night
Damn, your blouse, make it bounce
All of those cantaloupes are rest to seize
'Cause I'm a freak, I got multiple fetishes
(You know) hands down on the dance floor, ass up
It's the after party, nigga, put your cash up, (oh)
Welcome to my after party
Hope that you feelin' naughty (hey, hey, hey)
Sexy how you move that body (so sexy)
Got me like whoa, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the after party
Hope that you feelin' naughty
I'm leavin' here with somebody
So we can go like whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen
I want y'all to put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap, clap, still feelin' good
Not to me there would be no replacement (no voiceless men)
My homies smoking in my basement
Rockets went up to my room with a freak
He came to the bed just take off my sheets
Everybody left the club headed out to my castle (oh, ooh)
Had to kick a dude out for being a asshole (you know what is?)
Cursing at his broad drunk loud and staggering
'Cause she was in my ear saying things so flattering
Put a dick at her end, I was at her friend in my driveway
You know now I'm a rider of bands
Now I'm walkin' through my royal door
Steppin' on my porcelain floor
Lookin' at brawls, you don't have to wear draws
Everybody got their hands up 'cause I'm a bad boy
I throw live parties like Puff Daddy
Why don't you play it for real?
When I don't trip, when the crystal spill
We got more beer (yeah)
Welcome to my after party
Hope that you feelin' naughty (you feelin')
Sex and how you move that body
Got me like whoa, whoa, whoa (hey)
When I come to the after party (party)
Hope that you feelin' naughty (hey)
I'm leavin' here with somebody
So we can go like whoa, whoa, whoa
Clap your, clap your hands (hey Roman)
Clap your, clap, clap your hands (you know I'm a singer but man you)
(Really got me wanting to rap)
(Let me kick some, look)
Mama-mama, getting so sick (oh)
Call a doctor, ring quick-quick-quick
The DJ's bumping up in the club
I got two freaks puttin' on showing in a hot tab
It's smelling like bath and body works
Liquor on my breath living up they dress
Showing me flesh, rubbing my chest
When I'm playing some cigar, 'cause bottom line
My after-party don't stop 'til tomorrow (uh, ha)
Welcome to my after-party
Hope that you're feeling naughty
Sexy how you move that body
Got me like whoa, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the after-party
Hope that you're feeling naughty
I'm leaving here with somebody
So we can go like whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, ha-ha-ha, Omarion checking in
Official T.U.G. represent, yeah
We got a mate in the house, T. Scott Young Rome
C. Stokes, I'll see you boy, uh-ha
I'm gone, I'm gone
Welcome to my after-party
Hope that you feeling naughty
Sexy how you move that body
Got me like whoa, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the after-party
Hope that you feeling naughty
I'm leaving here with somebody
So we can do it like whoa, whoa, whoa
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