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

I Hate Remix.

I college but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi,
of the class I'd rather lay up with 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 people say prolly,
but been on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

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

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

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

My eyes so sunny with skies gray,
I'm by the hunnies what mo can I say,
I'm just gettin paid workin a slave,
school, athletics, and music 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 know that's lame,
wanna get it in wit wizzy yo man.

bullets no fan can contain,
short to pull up but to amaze,
I'm lookin forward to 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 well my off the chain,
I'll last a hours tomorrow go insane.

I hate college but all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd 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 I've been on my puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

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

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

They mad I'd rather learn flows in lesson plans,
but sit me asking, "Do you get the message 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 life full of lyin till my money nice,
well money's not you'll only get greedier,
shit did a make a whole lot easier.

And my feel a whole 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.

bags of verbs that I must 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 I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some some say they drink, up, but hardly,
PK, sket, 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 coli)