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

I College Remix.

I hate but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
king of the 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 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,
soon to blow trees get to pound pros,
to pound ho's, out of tempo,
is flow developed to tha town of his voice.

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

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

So ya friends to come play,
you the invite if you miss it don't complain,
if ya lucky get a kiss but miss know 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 tours in place,
the cork pop in tho bottles of champagne.

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

I college but love all the parties,
finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say drink, blaze up, but hardly,
poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly,
am I out my mind most say prolly,
but I've been on my grind puff an ounce of 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 mean I'm lookin 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)

I can't cause 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 flash Wizzy way more they teeth.

mad I'd rather learn flows in they lesson plans,
but sit me down asking, "Do you get the Sam?",
this is your life you 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 happiness you'll get greedier,
shit did a make life a lot easier.

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

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

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

Some some say drink, blaze up, but hardly,
PK, sket, a little bit of molly,
am I out my mind people say prolly,
but I've been on my puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli coli)