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

I College Remix.

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

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

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

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

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

My eyes 20/20 so sunny with gray,
I'm loved by the what mo can I say,
I'm just paid workin like a slave,
between school, athletics, and music all day.

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

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

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

I hate but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi,
of the class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single doesn't mean I'm for somebody.

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

I college but love all the parties,
kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie,
single doesn't I'm lookin for somebody.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I I college but love all the parties,
finish finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
I king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie,
doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.

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