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Chris Brown - Hangover (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Songwriter
Aaron Rogers
Aaron Rogers
Songwriter
Rashad Johnson
Rashad Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Producer
Aaron Rogers
Aaron Rogers
Producer
Rashad Johnson
Rashad Johnson
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer

Letra

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)
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Rashad Johnson, Aaron Rogers, Antwan Thompson, Brenden Law Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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