I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash
My man got a feel for your ass
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
I'm a teacher, i'm a bad influence.
Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears
At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Instead of wiping my ass i wipe my mouth
While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs
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