In highschool, we do just like we like to Now she all f-ck her man, rubberbands in my pocketīad bitch keep the joint stuffed like stockings Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want himĪnd my pockets on swole, I’m talking Rick Ross bigĪnd now when we shop we don’t care what the cost is When he aint have nothing he used to stall em She saw the crib, she know that I’m balling You calling her babe, she calling me instead I’m passing all my classes with flying colorsīottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean High school n-gga what the f-ck you think Hit the switch, quickest way to get a bitch Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreamsĪnd pull the top back and let the ass drag I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
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