Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Yeah, I'm still the king of the palace
Two thousand and fifteen was practice
You niggas ain't even established
That's why she don't f*ck with no rappers
She said it's my song, oh girl this my song
Grab a drink (aw yeah, aw yeah) and hit the floor
Soon as that Cuzzi coming on (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Got a shorty from NY (got her), got a shorty from Milan (got her)
They take their clothes off at the door
Pour some more, we get it on, like what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Shout out my girls in the Valley
Credit cards them they daddies (daddy's house)
When I come to your city baby, tell me you 'bout it
She said "that's my shit"
Oh yeah, that's my shit
She throws her guns up in the air (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Now you know that girl is lit (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Got a girl in MIA
Got a shorty in LA
Love the f*cking, hate to leave 'em
But I do this every day
So what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Jazz Cartier - After the Club Lyrics
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Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Yeah, I'm still the king of the palace
Two thousand and fifteen was practice
You niggas ain't even established
That's why she don't f*ck with no rappers
She said it's my song, oh girl this my song
Grab a drink (aw yeah, aw yeah) and hit the floor
Soon as that Cuzzi coming on (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Got a shorty from NY (got her), got a shorty from Milan (got her)
They take their clothes off at the door
Pour some more, we get it on, like what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Shout out my girls in the Valley
Credit cards them they daddies (daddy's house)
When I come to your city baby, tell me you 'bout it
She said "that's my shit"
Oh yeah, that's my shit
She throws her guns up in the air (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Now you know that girl is lit (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Got a girl in MIA
Got a shorty in LA
Love the f*cking, hate to leave 'em
But I do this every day
So what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Yeah, I'm still the king of the palace
Two thousand and fifteen was practice
You niggas ain't even established
That's why she don't f*ck with no rappers
She said it's my song, oh girl this my song
Grab a drink (aw yeah, aw yeah) and hit the floor
Soon as that Cuzzi coming on (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Got a shorty from NY (got her), got a shorty from Milan (got her)
They take their clothes off at the door
Pour some more, we get it on, like what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Shout out my girls in the Valley
Credit cards them they daddies (daddy's house)
When I come to your city baby, tell me you 'bout it
She said "that's my shit"
Oh yeah, that's my shit
She throws her guns up in the air (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Now you know that girl is lit (aw yeah, aw yeah)
Got a girl in MIA
Got a shorty in LA
Love the f*cking, hate to leave 'em
But I do this every day
So what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Call me after the club
Call me, call me up
I love you when you're drunk
So baby tell me what's up
Writer: Michael Lantz, Jahmarie Wishart Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.