C3 The God - AFTER PARTY (feat. Rose)

My milkshake bring all the niggas to the yard
Take all they money and max out they card
Freaky bad bitches we ain't never bored
Let em take us out, let's have us a ball
It's your man, he just called
Must be that new drip from the store
Big dick energy, we ain't playin' small
Big business, severe em biggie small
Batty Boi just pull up to the party
Now he come out, kill Bill, everybody
Suck my dick, I'm leavin' with a homie
Now you about to see me catch a body
After the party, we chillin' in the lobby
Shmurda dance like, like a nigga, nigga, Bobby
Who want smoke with me, okay, copy
Don't pull up to the block or the party

Yo, where the party at, Lo
Yo, where the party at, Lo
Yeah, where the party at, Lo
Tick tock, tick tock
Wine it, wine it, don't stop
Tick tock, tick tock
Wine it, wine it, don't stop
I'm a Pisces, so I hope you can swim
New York nigga dressed down to my tims
Think we need another round before we hit the crib
Haters in the background sound like ad-libs
There go another look, there goes a rib

Got this one nigga, nigga, touchin' my rib
Sip on the nut like Sandy, you dig
Work on my body, this shit way a brick
Hope you can sling it, all my niggas with it
See, I'm dope, yeah, baby, wanna hit it

Take you eye up out its socket, bitch, you playin' with a boss
he said daddy, do you like it rough, said
I don't like it soft, take him on vacation
Leave him hangin' with the fuckin' sharks
Leave a nigga in the dark and pull off in a foreign car
I'm the type a, bitch, to a break a neck then
Leave a nigga hangin' with his ass stand up straight
Do you hear what I'm sayin'
Ride around in the grave, digger, got friends who dig
Some graves with ya, nigga, can not lay with ya
But I'll dig your grave, with ya
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Garden full of snakes watch the rats at the door
Make him be B-E-G and then he touch his toes
I'm like Rudolph in his bitch, Gemini, red nose
I'm a Gemini, so watch how I switch, But either
Way I switch, I'm always cookin' in the kitchen
Wanda in this, bitch, I cannot live without my vision
Make it out the hood, poverty is my fuckin' vision
Only dollars that I wanna make is a fuckin' million
Catch the feeling that I'm feelin', make him love me when he finish
He said, your pussy stinks, oh no
Pack it up, funky bitch, go home
He went down on you, he said, woof, low blow
Never mean, always clean, and this he know
That's why he like the kitty, kitty, bitch, hello
(MEOOOW)

My milkshake bring all the niggas to the yard
Take all they money and max out they card
Freaky bad bitches we ain't never bored
Let em take us out, let's have us a ball
It's your man, he just called
Must be that new drip from the store
Big dick energy, we ain't playin' small
Big business, severe em biggie small
Batty Boi just pull up to the party
Now he come out, kill Bill, everybody
Suck my dick, I'm leavin' with a homie
Now you about to see me catch a body
After the party, we chillin' in the lobby
Shmurda dance like, like a nigga, nigga, Bobby
Who want smoke with me, okay, copy
Don't pull up to the block or the party

Written by:
Angel Rose, C3 God

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