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Happy Hour Video (MV)




Performed By: Wise Guy
Length: 3:20
Written by: FREDERICK JENKINS




Wise Guy - Happy Hour Lyrics
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I'm with my supervisor, work wife, and manager
We did this last week, ain't no f*ckin' amateurs
I'm in my prime, got the Superman stamina
Treat it like it's Greek life, "No drinks in the camera!"
Everybody here is part of the community
Ain't nothing like an overnight opportunity
I know the company is richer than a money truck
Tell me who I gotta screw to get my money up
And we don't stay out late, we be staying too late
Office crushes try to come with me to be my roommate
Homie in logistics jealous that I stole his new mate
Tried to turn her down but the raise I got was too great
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
When you come all you hear is baby mama drama
And baby daddies paying out them baby mama commas
Tryna get some Coworkers in pajama pants
The Turnover rate is quicker than E. Honda hands
"Who getting paid what!?" No, you can't stand her
Every time you call her up, she ain't got no answer
It's all smoke and mirrors, no happy campers
Cuz half the staff ain't really happy changing pampers
F*ck, If I gotta see another one that I don't like
Cashing out my tab or it's 'bout to be another fight
But I need my money so I leave it for another night
"Oh they buying shots? Well f*ck it, gimme another right?"
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
Can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
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I'm with my supervisor, work wife, and manager
We did this last week, ain't no f*ckin' amateurs
I'm in my prime, got the Superman stamina
Treat it like it's Greek life, "No drinks in the camera!"
Everybody here is part of the community
Ain't nothing like an overnight opportunity
I know the company is richer than a money truck
Tell me who I gotta screw to get my money up
And we don't stay out late, we be staying too late
Office crushes try to come with me to be my roommate
Homie in logistics jealous that I stole his new mate
Tried to turn her down but the raise I got was too great
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
When you come all you hear is baby mama drama
And baby daddies paying out them baby mama commas
Tryna get some Coworkers in pajama pants
The Turnover rate is quicker than E. Honda hands
"Who getting paid what!?" No, you can't stand her
Every time you call her up, she ain't got no answer
It's all smoke and mirrors, no happy campers
Cuz half the staff ain't really happy changing pampers
F*ck, If I gotta see another one that I don't like
Cashing out my tab or it's 'bout to be another fight
But I need my money so I leave it for another night
"Oh they buying shots? Well f*ck it, gimme another right?"
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
Can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
You can catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
Can catch me throwing hands
Catch me, catch me throwing hands
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
You don't need yo' man, go to Happy Hour
I see all my fans at the Happy Hour
Forget about yo' plans, go to Happy Hour
You can catch me throwing hands after Happy Hour
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Writer: FREDERICK JENKINS
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