(Cause I ain't goin out a sucka, no way)
I Hate Remix.
I hate but love all the parties, finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi, of the class I'd rather lay up with a hottie, single doesn't mean I'm 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 been on my grind puff an of that coli. (Coli)
my bag no parents didnt drop me off, I off, saw some herbs all wearin Lacoste, a couple in pennies must a played lacrosse, grab my and I hustle through the dormitory doors.
Of course my homie lived on the floor, soon to blow trees get down to pros, to pound ho's, out of tempo, is flow developed to tha town of his voice.
I hate but love gettin' laid, Social life at night when the sun fades, check my sun shades talkin upgrades, I see the haters no more I feel great.
My eyes so sunny with skies gray, I'm loved by the hunnies mo can I say, I'm just paid workin like a slave, between school, athletics, and it's all day.
So invite ya friends to play, gave you the invite if you it don't complain, if ya lucky get a kiss but know 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 forward to tours in these place, seein the 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 couple hours go insane.
I college but love all the parties, finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi, king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't mean I'm for somebody.
Some say drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my most people say prolly, but been on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)
I college but love all the parties, kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi, king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie, doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.
Some say they drink, up, but hardly, PK, skeet, a little bit of molly, am I out my mind people say prolly, but I've been on my grind an ounce of that coli. (Coli)
I sleep cause my God damn teach, keeps 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.
mad I'd rather learn flows in they lesson plans, but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?", is your 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 of lyin till my money gets nice, well money's not happiness you'll get greedier, did a make life a whole lot easier.
And my feel a whole lot cheesier, Domino's put steak gettin meatier, but good for one thing I must add, and that's a plethora of my vocab.
bags of verbs that I must grab, and throw down like a girls bar tab. (Tab tab)
I I hate but love all the parties, finish finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi, I king of the class I'd 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 most people say prolly, but I've been on my puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli coli)