No Afterparty Without You Tommy Cash

[Intro]
Four, eight, nine, nine, six, eight, seven
— Hi ladies and gentlemen
I'm waiting for your call, baby
— Kids, of all ages
Call me, I'm hot
— Yeah
I don't wear Gucci
— Wake up
But I get all this pussy
— Wake and bake
Blonde, brunette orgy
— Feel good
Tits, they got juicy
— And exercise with us
Then board my little shorty
His ass is so squishy
You fall…
— Yeah
Read between the panty lines
Just try and catch me
— Uh

[Verse 1]
I'm spicier than the Tabasco sauce
Keep my nose up like a baller boss
Not scared of no cops
My balls are made of gold
I know it's crazy
Baby, don't make it easy
They got to be rude to fuck with us
So boring, ain't easy
Let me hold you in my grip a little
Show you the world, change your level
Hold my hands and you won't slip
I got some ice cream you could lick
All these substances, we'll cut up news together
You wear latex, I'll wear leather
Orgies keep us nice, we'll have
Enough time in the bubble bath