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    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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