Video Afterparty de Abrim Tilmon 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abrim Tilmon - Afterparty Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man]
[*Yawning*]
Damn!

[Verse 1: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both]
Yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, like 10 A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin
Yo, Meth, the mailman!
Yo, Ghost, let him in!
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface (Yeah)
Package for a friend, here (Uh)
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
Gucci flip flops, I bops my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, 'cause Doc need to listen
Heard something in my closet, go, look!He's a pissin'!
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
Yo, yo, half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
That's wrong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

[Chorus: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both]
Ichi, ni, san, shi
Boats, suites, dough, beats
No catgive you these, rap flowtriple g's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah & Method Man]
Wu-Tang ('Ide, 'ide), the best rap group of all time (Yeah)
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine (Uh)
'Frigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a Masta headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell the DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it with a blind back
Dime sack (Uh), you know we (Uh) blew that with the cognac (Uh)
Them bowling ball lead head niggas, we call them pawn yacks

[Verse 3: Method Man]
I say my girl like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always cryin', broke
Thank God it's Friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good like I just got laid
The next drink's on me, instead of "oh God", you think "O.G"
White girls, they comin' out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
This where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mamis is grabbin' asses, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you with me, where you at?
There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!
[Chorus: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
Ichi, ni, san, shi
Boats, suites, dough, beats
No flow ill as these, any coast, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Bridge: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both]
Yo, I got me some Seagram's gin ('Ide, 'ide)
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap motherfuckers be grown ass men
Tight motherfuckers finish your shitthen they bounce off with them
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend, eh-eh
That's no friend, eh-eh
Yeah
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap motherfuckers be grown ass men
Tight motherfuckers finish your shitthen they bounce off with them
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend, eh-eh
That's no friend, eh-eh

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah
Greedy motherfuckers, man, I swear, I can't stand y'all motherfuckers
Always wanna get high but never wanna buy
First one to come to the party, last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Ayo, check this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from, man