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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.

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 on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

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

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

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

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

So ya friends to come play,
gave you the invite if you miss it complain,
if ya lucky get a kiss but miss know lame,
wanna get it in wit I'ma yo man.

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

Dear lord takin name in vain,
all these sins in college I made,
well well my 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 I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single 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 most say prolly,
but been on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

I hate 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 mean I'm 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 I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

I can't sleep my God damn teach,
assignin essays due at the end of each week,
but do he know I gotta show by the beach,
watchin girls flash way more 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 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 lyin 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 a plethora of my vocab.

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

I I hate college but all the parties,
finish finishing kegs and crushing 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,
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)