Summer Walker – Over It (Lyrics)


Am I really that much to handle?
Breakin’ these niggas down like enamel (Oh) Yet I’m ready to blow you out like a
candle Can I really just blow you out like a candle?
You a man, you say you the man (Oh) You say you ’bout it, you say you got it planned
(Oh) I really wasn’t tryna listen
You say I ain’t got no discipline (Oh) And that there why I wasn’t listenin’ (Oh) But I need a nigga who can handle me (Oh)
I want a, a nigga who can handle me, oh Nigga keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me But nigga, you just a fan of me (Fan of me)
Cuff your bitch, nigga Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin’ and a nigga hit a lick on you Are you really tellin’ me that… I could break you down like a gym, sweat Fuck it and catch me at V-Live
I’ll be sippin’ D’USSE ’til I dizzy Actin’ like he care, he just don’t decide
I be tryna numb the pain, I be so hizzigh (Oh) Fuck it, you can catch me in the Hills (Oh) Watch me close ’cause I’ll be poppin’ pills
(Oh, oh) All I ask for you to keep it trill (Oh)
All I ask for you to keep it real, real, real, real, real Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Real, real, trill, keep one hunnid, oh no Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I been fucked up, yeah, yeah I should keep it trill, trill for me
I should keep it real, real, one hunnid

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  1. Lyrics: Summer Walker – Over It

    [Verse 1: Summer Walker]

    Am I really that much to handle?

    Breakin' these niggas down like enamel (Oh)

    Yet I'm ready to blow you out like a candle

    Can I really just blow you out like a candle?

    You a man, you say you the man (Oh)

    You say you 'bout it, you say you got it planned (Oh)

    I really wasn't tryna listen

    You say I ain't got no discipline (Oh)

    And that there why I wasn't listenin' (Oh)

    [Verse 2: Summer Walker]

    But I need a nigga who can handle me (Oh)

    I want a, a nigga who can handle me, oh

    Nigga keep your hands off me

    You wanna stay with me

    But nigga, you just a fan of me (Fan of me)

    Cuff your bitch, nigga

    Nigga, cuff your bitch

    Caught you slippin' and a nigga hit a lick on you

    Are you really tellin' me that…

    I could break you down like a gym, sweat

    [Verse 3: Summer Walker]

    Fuck it and catch me at V-Live

    I'll be sippin' D'USSE 'til I dizzy

    Actin' like he care, he just don't decide

    I be tryna numb the pain, I be so hizzigh (Oh)

    Fuck it, you can catch me in the Hills (Oh)

    Watch me close 'cause I'll be poppin' pills (Oh, oh)

    All I ask for you to keep it trill (Oh)

    All I ask for you to keep it real, real, real, real, real

    [Outro: Summer Walker]

    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    Real, real, trill, keep one hunnid, oh no

    Not too much emotion, no, no

    You know I been fucked up, yeah, yeah

    I should keep it trill, trill for me

    I should keep it real, real, one hunnid

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