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 Lyricist: Summer Walker
 Lyrics: 
 [Verse 1]Am I really that much to handle?
 Breakin' these niggas down like enamel (Oh)
 Yet I'm readytoblow you outlike a candle
 Can I really justblow 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]
 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]
 Fuck it and catch me at V-Live
 I'll be sippin' D'USSE 'til I get dizzy
 Actin' like he care, he just don't decide
 I be tryna numb the pain, I be so his side (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]
 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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