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(Cause I goin out like a sucka, no way)

I College Remix.

I hate college but all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd lay up with a hottie,
single doesn't I'm lookin 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)

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

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

I hate but love gettin' laid,
Social swagger at night when the sun fades,
check my sun shades bout upgrades,
I can't see the no more I feel great.

My eyes 20/20 so sunny with gray,
I'm by the hunnies what mo can I say,
I'm just paid workin like a slave,
between school, athletics, and it's 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 know lame,
get it in wit wizzy I'ma yo man.

Sweatin no fan can contain,
short to pull up but to amaze,
I'm lookin forward to in these place,
seein the cork pop in tho 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 hate but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles 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 most people say prolly,
but I've been on my grind puff an of that 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,
doesn't mean I'm lookin 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 puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

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

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

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

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

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

I I hate but love all the parties,
finish kegs 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,
poppin PK, sket, 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 coli)