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Young Rome lyrics

Young Rome lyrics

"After Party Lyrics"

Make Me Smile (Come Up And See Me) Lyrics
You've done it all You've broken every code You brought the rebel to the floor You've spoiled the game No matter what you say For only metal, what a bore! Blue eyes, blue eyes How come you tell so many lies? (CHORUS) Come up and see me Make me smile But do what you want Running wild! There's nothing left All gone and run away Maybe you'll tarry for a while It's just a test A game for us to play Win or lose, it's hard to smile Resist,


(feat. Omarion)



[Omarion talking:]

You ready

What's up everybody?

Yeah, I'm Omarion

Who that?

It's the new sheriff in town

Young Rome



[Chorus:]

Welcome to my after party (yeah)

Hope that you feeling naughty

Sexy how you move that body

Got me like (MH, T Scott)

Whoa ah whoa ah whoa

Welcome to the after party

Hope that you feeling naughty

I'm leavin here wit somebody

So we can do it like

Whoa ah whoa ah whoa



Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Young Rome

Ok



[Young Rome (1)]

I got one arm in my tee-shit

Holding the bottle

Braids freshly twisted

Caressing a model

10-ton titan
07 Marble Halls Lyrics
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and surfs at my side And of all who assembled within those walls That I was the hope and the pride I had riches to great, to count; could boast of a high ancestral name But I also dreamt, which pleased me most That you loved me still the same That you loved me, you loved me still the same That you loved me, you loved me still the same Instrumental interlude I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and

Hey, you looking exhausted

Jeans saggin' she asked?

Where's your ass?

I lost it

Asking me

How much my bracelet costed?

She finally got a young baller to floss wit

Don't touch the diamonds

You might get frostbit

Looking at my chain

Might make you nauseous

I'm in a party

Crum crumaya dunka

Let me stand behind you and look at your future

Mami you look right

So lets twurk

On the dance floor all night

And your blouse

Make it bounce

Girl are those cantaloupes or breasteses

Cuz I'm a freak

I got multiple fetishes

You know

Hands down on the dance floor

Ass up

It's an after party

Niggas put cash up, oh



[Chorus:]



[Omarion talking:]

Yeah ladies and gentlemen

I wa
Lead Me On Lyrics
Lead Me On by Amy Grant, Michael W. Smith, and Wayne Kirkpatrick Sung by Amy Grant Shoulder to the wheel For someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing Working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain. Fire in the field Underneath a blazing sun But soon the sun was faded And freedom was a song I heard them singing when the day was done Singing to the holy One. Lead me on Lead me on To a place where the river runs
t y'all to put your hands together

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap, clap, clap your hands



[Young Rome (2)]

After me there will be no replacement

What's that smell?

My home smoking in my basement

Marques went up to my room with a freak

He can use the bed

Just take off my sheets

Everybody left the club

Headed out to my castle

I had to kick a dude out

For being an asshole

Cussin' at his broad

Drunk, loud, and staggerin'

Cuz she was in my ear

Saying thing so flatterin'

But it didn't matter then

I was at my friend

In my driveway

Getting her number at her Benz

Now I'm walking through my royal doors

Steppin on my porcelain floor

Looking at broads

Who don't like to wear draws

Everybody got their hands up

Cuz I'
Mom and Dad Lyrics
Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls & boys You'll sit home & drink all night They looked too weird... it served them right Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion In between the moisture cream & velvet facial lotion? Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think? Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink? Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad? It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom & Dad Mama! Mama! Y
a bad boy

I throw live parties like Puff Daddy

Rome, true payer for real

I don't trip when the Cristol spills

We got mo' pimp



[Chorus:]



[Omarion talking:]

Lets do it again y'all everybody

Clap, clap your hands

Clap, clap, clap your hands

You know I sing, but you got me really want to rap

Let me kick something



[Omarion Rap:]

Mama mama game so sick

Call the doctor

Ring, quick, quick, quick

The DJ bumpin

Up in da club

I got 2 freaks putting on a show in a hot tub

It's smeeling like bath and body works

Liquor on my breathe

Flippin up they dress

Showing me flesh

Rubin on my chest

When I raise a cigar

Cuz bottom line

My after party don't start til tomorrow



[Chorus til fade]