Top-Songs von The AfterParty
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al-Fayed Velji
Songwriter
Zafeer Velji
Songwriter
Yehya Hennawi
Songwriter
Songtexte
(Chi-chi, bow bow)
Shots
My cup (shots)
Pour up (shots)
We lit (shots)
Three drinks (shots)
Tequila (shots)
Your Ops (shots)
On your block (shots)
Comme des Garçons branded the way I wear my heart on my sleeves (yeah)
The AP a story you gotta share so you gotta believe (grrr)
You know we're starving students the way we grind and overachieve
(Yah)
My niggas in black, up to your neck, dressed for the job like Steve
Eyes double crossed, on my money like I'm on Adderall (yah)
More flyer miles than Top Gun Pilot, this cruise control
Her head game, Nirvana, she got that rock and roll (grrr)
Elon moving like Mercedes the way he winning Twitter polls
All your niggas in the hood getting (shot)
All the bitches in the club getting (shots shots)
All my ops in the hood getting (shot)
All my bitches in the back taking (shots)
(Bow bow)
Shots
My cup (shots)
Pour up (shots)
We lit (shots)
Three drinks (shots)
Tequila (shots)
Your Ops (shots)
On your block (shots)
In the club when the hand passes midnight (yeah)
Ice on me, I'm covered in frostbite (ice)
Can't think about my ex in the moonlight (nah)
She put me in a trance, it was on sight (yeah)
She's a star and I had to gaze (yeah)
Hand crossing over her waist (yeah)
Shawty asked if I could change my ways (yeah)
Told her turn around and (wait)
Let's have another
Let's have another
I got her heavy breathing
Peak of the story, resolution, now she's leaving (ah ah)
You thought that was the end, we're only just getting started (yeah)
The night is young, it only starts once I left the party (Alfey)
I'm left unchained, catch me if you can cuz I've just departed
(I'm gone)
And the money stay long, it's a treasure cuz it's left uncharted
(Oh yeah)
Call me a Playboi cuz I'm going die lit
Hit a sneaky link yeah you know that I'll dial it
And the beats stay heavy but you know I can rep it
And the beats stay heavy but you know I can rep it
All your niggas in the hood getting (shot)
All the bitches in the club getting (shots shots)
All my ops in the hood getting (shot)
All my bitches in the back taking (shots)
(Bow bow)
Shots
My cup (shots)
Pour up (shots)
We lit (shots)
Three drinks (shots)
Tequila (shots)
Your Ops (shots)
On your block (shots)
(We're giving the shots)
(We're giving the shots)
(We're giving the shots)
(We're giving the shots)
(Bow)
Writer(s): Al-fayed Velji, Yehya Hennawi, Zafeer Velji
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