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(Cause I ain't out like a sucka, no way)

I Hate Remix.

I hate college but all the parties,
finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd rather lay up a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

say they drink, blaze up, but hardly,
poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly,
am I out my mind most say prolly,
but been on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

Pack my bag no didnt drop me off,
I fell off, saw some all wearin Lacoste,
a couple dudes in must a played lacrosse,
grab my duffle and I through the dormitory doors.

Of course my lived on the same floor,
soon to trees get down to pound pros,
to pound ho's, out of tempo,
is developed to tha whole town of his voice.

I hate college but gettin' laid,
Social life swagger at when the sun fades,
check my sun talkin bout upgrades,
I see the haters no more I feel great.

My 20/20 so sunny with skies gray,
I'm by the hunnies what mo can I say,
I'm just gettin paid workin a slave,
between school, athletics, and it's all day.

So ya friends to come play,
gave you the invite if you it don't complain,
if ya lucky get a but miss know that's lame,
wanna get it in wit wizzy yo man.

Sweatin no fan can contain,
short to up but quick to amaze,
I'm lookin to tours in these place,
seein the pop in tho bottles of champagne.

Dear lord your name in vain,
all these sins in that I made,
well my games off the chain,
I'll last a couple tomorrow go insane.

I hate college but all the parties,
kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say they drink, up, but hardly,
poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly,
am I out my most people say prolly,
but I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

I hate but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

say they drink, blaze up, but hardly,
poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly,
am I out my mind people say prolly,
but I've been on my grind puff an of that coli. (Coli)

I can't sleep cause my God teach,
keeps assignin essays due at the end of week,
but little do he know I gotta by the beach,
watchin girls flash Wizzy way more they teeth.

They mad I'd learn flows in they lesson plans,
but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?",
this is life you need school to get right,
Nah, "Music is my sun and you my light".

And if I blow, get hot and ignite,
my life full of lyin my money gets nice,
well money's not you'll only get greedier,
shit did a make life a lot easier.

And my feel a whole lot cheesier,
bread put steak gettin meatier,
but school's good for one thing I add,
and that's a plethora of my vocab.

Whole bags of that I must grab,
and down like a rich girls bar tab. (Tab tab)

I I hate college but all the parties,
finish finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
I king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly,
PK, sket, a little bit of molly,
am I out my mind most say prolly,
but I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli coli)