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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 bottles of Bacardi,
of the class I'd rather lay up with a hottie,
single mean 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 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 trees get down to pound pros,
to pound ho's, out of tempo,
is flow to tha whole town of his voice.

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

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

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

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

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

I hate college but all the parties,
kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie,
single mean 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 on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

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

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

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

They mad I'd rather learn in they lesson plans,
but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?",
this is 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 full of lyin my money gets nice,
well not happiness you'll only get greedier,
shit did a life a whole lot easier.

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

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

I I hate but love all the parties,
finishing kegs 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 mind most say prolly,
but I've been on my grind puff an of that coli. (Coli coli)