after:hours (slowed + reverb) ft. Definitionn Lyrics

Its always afterhours when you hit my line

She only call me after dinner time

We just do it ainkt no talking like we both a mime

So i really cant stand it when you Cross my mind

But you hella fine

How you looking so amazing while You sip your wine

Moscato on the rocks

We switch it up like every time

That drink getchu in the mood

Things fall in line

So i getchu naked

Race you to the finish line

Looking for the signs

Listening to all your whines

Yeah

The way i beat it up should be a crime

I need a court date or probably need to pay a fine

Your last guy was too quick

Something like a vine

Swear the nigga had you twisted

He thought you was twine

He outta breath he a pig

Imma call him swine

And

If he got problems know i got the nine

Aye

Thats a wrong step

I could show him he aint bout it

he aint on yet

Never playing, i aint acting, we aint on set

I know some ways to get rid of you, a slow death

Leave you where they wont check

Aye

Thats a cold move

If you know me know its regular, a cold dude

Catch me in the wrong mood

I'll be on you like im glued

Better get a clue

I could do you sick, flu

Yeah

And thats bad news

What they call irregular, we doing daily

Vibe after vibe baby we nothing to play wit

Time after time, we sliding out to the playlist

Gettin high off Dosido Private Reserve

Take me to spaceships, look

We been kiccin it like never before

Run thru my mind like all the time

Gotta be tired fasho

One thing I know

She gon hold it down for me and thats for real

If i go down she pick me up

And then make sure that i prevail

Aint got no time to waste

And wasting time on you is a fail

Imma play the game

And play it smart

And play my part

And thats for real

See love is really dangerous

It might drag you down to hell

It might fuck up your mind

Have you shed a few tears

Gotta open up your eyes

Sometimes open your ears

The snakes be in disguise

Watching you from the rear

Not enough keeping it real

And way too many being fake

Tried to cross me

But you cant see im the nigga that you aint

Yeah

Thats a wrong step

I could show him he aint bout it

He aint on yet

Never playing, i aint acting, we aint on set

I know some ways to get rid of you, a slow death

Leave you where they wont check

Aye

Thats a cold move

If you know me know its regular, a cold dude

Catch me in the wrong mood

I'll be on you like im glued

Better get a clue

I could do you sick, flu

Yeah

And thats bad news