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

I Hate Remix.

I hate college but all the parties,
kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd rather lay up a hottie,
single doesn't mean I'm 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 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 hustle the dormitory doors.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I college but love all the parties,
finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the I'd rather lay up wit 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 ounce of coli. (Coli)

I hate college but 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 drink, blaze 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 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 flash 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 need to get right,
Nah, "Music is my sun and you my light".

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

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

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

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

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