One word of advice If you get behind when listening to this go back to the beginning of the cut and start over All you is some patience and a little practice And you will soon be Disco with the best
I had some 40z on my mind when I up this mornin' I was sick of fancy drinks from the bitches I'd been to get trashed, lay down and drink my stash Get up and make a quick dash bat my fuckin' eyelash
At the big nasty of the shit I drink You may call me a ghetto but I won't even blink Don't even try to contain the 40z I drain I leave a malt liquor stain like a freight train
I go to the high school, I go to the school To me a bitch, a young virgin switch I go to the high school, I go to the school I a young gun, I drench him in cum
I go to the high school, I go to the high Make him kiss my gash, then I his tight ass I go to the high school, I go to the school If you your momma cry I'll give you some of my St. Ide's
on some 40z Like I learned in third grade For me the drink was and I won't ever trade The taste of sweet malted sex on my lovin' tongue First time I it it stung and then some little bells rung
And I knew I loved you, I knew that I loved you Put above you, rather sip you then get screwed I knew you were somethin', had my brain bumpin' 'Stead of doin' my man night, it was you that I was humpin'
I go to the school, I go to the high school I me a bitch, a young virgin switch I go to the school, I go to the high school I a young gun, I drench him in cum
I go to the high school, I go to the school Make him kiss my gash, then I his tight ass I go to the high school, I go to the high If you make your momma cry give you some of my St. Ide's
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