Happy Hour

Lyrics
[Intro] Ay, it's happy hour somewhere [Chorus] Happy hour, I'm drinking like it's happy hour Happy hour, I'm drinking like it's happy hour Wipe me down, I'm clean 'lil bitch come wipe me down They talkin' down, as soon as your ass not around [Verse 1: Ned Kelly] Cop an ounce Roll it up and smoke it down [?] they some vultures down [?] you hopeless now Your feelin' like it's lost and found (Yuh) We takin' flight right off of the ground We used to be tight, he not with us now I'm on my shit so I'm poppin' it now [?] I don't miss, why Fuckin' on his bitch, why Keep shit in the VIP, boy He ain't on the list, nah (Uh) I'm off the drugs, I can't see a thing I think I might marry Mary Jane You won't do shit 'cause you scare [?] You fallin' off and won't carry blame I know that I'm fly 'cause they stare at me They so cap, move carefully [?] to be To bе this good a rarity I'm drunk as fuck in the bitch In the club and I gotta piss [?] in that bitch I need an AP on my wrist Goin' so hard in the stu I need an AC in this bitch [Chorus] Happy hour, I'm drinking likе it's happy hour Happy hour, I'm drinking like it's happy hour Wipe me down, I'm clean 'lil bitch come wipe me down They talkin' down, as soon as your ass not around [Verse 2: Surf] Drinkin' like it's Happy Hour Finna throw up like [?] I notice that I got some [?] I notice that they talkin' down He come around like he my gang, but he don't get no [?] This drip on me like Michael Phelps, I swim in shit I cannot drown Brand new Kel-Tec, it get hot, I take two shots he make no sound He talkin' crazy, watchin' all my pockets, 'lil boy watch your mouth I'm twenty-two, I just put 22k back in my account I'm ballin' just like 2K on this PC, can't fuck with no mouse I just took your bitch right off of IG [?] house We just loaded clips and magazines, boy, we 'gon shoot it out You talkin' pressure, we 'gon push up on you, see what you about I get it, you had one hit way back then, but whatchu doin' now We in the club fo' sho' We finna throw a lil dub fo' sho' I put your hoe in a boat Makin' her fall in love, fo' sho' She wanna come to the crib I gotta put on a [?] fo' sho' Good guy never win She wanna be with a thug, fo' sho' [Chorus] Happy hour, I'm drinking like it's happy hour Happy hour, I'm drinking like it's happy hour Wipe me down, I'm clean 'lil bitch come wipe me down They talkin' down, as soon as your ass not around
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Credits
- Writers
- Ned Kelly
- Surf