If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass
I'll be whipping this fag / while hes sitting in class
Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school
The kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool
My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/
A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop
Fell asleep in first class
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
In a class of my own, you undergraduate material
In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass
I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass
I'm just fucking round in class
Private plane tsa can kiss my ass
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