Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big
They had my back like support on the chair i kick.
Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back
Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track
In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors
Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce
First out the gate last back to class,
Does a stripper love to shake that ass
I'm just fucking round in class
Baby got that super bass
Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention
If a period is late then i will mark it with a question
You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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