Hangover

Lyrics

I remember back in high school
 Always been that nigga
 Been the nigga with the nice moves, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Never hung with the nice dudes
 Hung out with them niggas,
 Robbing niggas for they shoes, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 All my niggas went to night school, dumb as fuck
 Whippin' in the kitchen like a chemist, gettin' they money up
 10, 20s, 50s and them 100s, yeah, yeah
 I think I'm good for the summer, yeah, yeah
 I just wanna let the top down and just ride
 Feeling good, tryna live my life
 I've been grindin' all year
 Got the hammer right here, if a nigga try
 I'm so for real, this time
 Let your candy rain on me, babe
 Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe
 If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe
 And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
 And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah)
 So you gon' have to stay over (yeah)
 And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah)
 Wait out this hangover
 Don't be embarrassed
 And don't be scared to show that thing
 I love what you wearing, don't know who made it
 PYT, you that pretty young thing
 Girl, I ain't no Casanova
 But I'ma give you everything you want
 But you just can't be
 Another baby mama blowing up my phone, no, no
 Baby girl, don't you do that, don't be nosy (no)
 Don't be lookin' through my phone
 Lookin' for them hoes 'cause you know me (no)
 Don't be acting boujee in the coach seats (woo)
 Don't be a hater, throwin' them stones from the nose bleeds (what?)
 You gotta live life, do it, do it (do it, do it)
 Go and get a cheque, do it, do it (do it, do it)
 All this hate I'm getting used to it (yeah, yeah)
 We the leaders of the new school, it ain't shit that I can't do
 I'm so for real, this time
 Let your candy rain on me, babe (baby)
 Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe (me, baby)
 If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe (me, baby)
 And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
 And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah)
 So you gon' have to stay over (yeah)
 And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah)
 Wait out this hangover
 You gotta stay over, oh wee, oh
 Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, don't leave (no)
 'Cause it's a party after the party, you gon' see
 She told me she ain't never fuck a nigga like me
 I hit her from the back, pull up with the stick
 Now she on the dick, pull out all her tracks
 Cameras takin' pics, shit we lit
 I'm so for real, this time
 Let your candy rain on me, babe (on me, baby)
 Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe (me, baby)
 If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe (all on me, baby)
 Baby, and let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
 And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah)
 So you gon' have to stay over (yeah)
 And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah)
 Wait out this hangover (ooh)
 
 I remember back in high school
 Always been that nigga
 Been the nigga with the nice moves, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Never hung with the nice dudes
 Hung out with them niggas,
 Robbing niggas for they shoes, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 All my niggas went to night school, dumb as fuck
 Whippin' in the kitchen like a chemist, gettin' they money up
 10, 20s, 50s and them 100s, yeah, yeah
 I think I'm good for the summer, yeah, yeah
 I just wanna let the top down and just ride
 Feeling good, tryna live my life
 I've been grindin' all year
 Got the hammer right here, if a nigga try
 I'm so for real, this time
 Let your candy rain on me, babe
 Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe
 If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe
 And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
 And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah)
 So you gon' have to stay over (yeah)
 And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah)
 Wait out this hangover
 Don't be embarrassed
 And don't be scared to show that thing
 I love what you wearing, don't know who made it
 PYT, you that pretty young thing
 Girl, I ain't no Casanova
 But I'ma give you everything you want
 But you just can't be
 Another baby mama blowing up my phone, no, no
 Baby girl, don't you do that, don't be nosy (no)
 Don't be lookin' through my phone
 Lookin' for them hoes 'cause you know me (no)
 Don't be acting boujee in the coach seats (woo)
 Don't be a hater, throwin' them stones from the nose bleeds (what?)
 You gotta live life, do it, do it (do it, do it)
 Go and get a cheque, do it, do it (do it, do it)
 All this hate I'm getting used to it (yeah, yeah)
 We the leaders of the new school, it ain't shit that I can't do
 I'm so for real, this time
 Let your candy rain on me, babe (baby)
 Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe (me, baby)
 If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe (me, baby)
 And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
 And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah)
 So you gon' have to stay over (yeah)
 And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah)
 Wait out this hangover
 You gotta stay over, oh wee, oh
 Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, don't leave (no)
 'Cause it's a party after the party, you gon' see
 She told me she ain't never fuck a nigga like me
 I hit her from the back, pull up with the stick
 Now she on the dick, pull out all her tracks
 Cameras takin' pics, shit we lit
 I'm so for real, this time
 Let your candy rain on me, babe (on me, baby)
 Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe (me, baby)
 If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe (all on me, baby)
 Baby, and let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
 And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah)
 So you gon' have to stay over (yeah)
 And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah)
 Wait out this hangover (ooh)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:46
Key
1
Tempo
99 BPM

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