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armani white – public school lyrics

[pre-verse]
i be on the
west wing, double parked and hanging out the 5%/
five four, starting arguments soon as the flight come in/
starting 5 pull up, she caught with my shooters you know she rides the bench/
whoa, i hope that’s not ya b-tch, common sense come in and stop

[hook]
she saw me pull out prints, ain’t tell me pull out since
my og pulled out benz, youngbull ain’t pull out since
i let them pull out rent, spent on they whole outfit
but i got mouths to feed, i got mouths to feed/
i got the i got the i got the

[verse]
so many things on the table i need to relax — my n-ggas eating though/
so many shooters in that booth be boomin on tracks — not when we linking though/
uber on e, gas lamp zone/
in the mall deep, half them broke/
freak that came across the map bent over/
scream my name until her accent gone/
i got it in right, riot incite when i’m in sight/
been tight, got the pen striped before the pin stripes/
don’t get in your feelings when you hear me yelling “f-ck you”
it’s not an insult it’s an invite/
call ya bluff, shawty puff, random n-ggas love to call me “bruh”/
la women love the way i talk, i just think these b-tches talk too much/
i’m 30,000 up! (godd-mn!) heard we popping now her shirt keep popping up/
30 bodies in, they out of it. hit 30 county’s they been wilding since/
my compressed complexion on complexes, and got a compilation list of more accomplishments/
if xxl don’t get me on their scholar list then columbine, them n-ggas get their column bent/
sh-t, ask lil debbie where the downers went, it’s still a couple stuffed in plain bags on the low though/
smuggled sm-ts from tecate on the road that could suck a f-cking name tag off of joe blow/
ohhh sh-ttt!
stuff the rubber pack, bust another lap, bust a nut and nap/
hustled up from packs. shuffled up to tracks, f-ck it run it back/

[verse]
i came up. trapping drugs & tools front your public school/
the game done changed, i been a humble dude, i just don’t f-ck with you/
i rush that cuz that hit the club in boost, they’re like my running shoes/
i cut through cuz in lines that’s dumb confused, like “who the f-ck are you?/
that’s blanco, take a picture ‘fore them n-ggas rob you for your phone and wallet/
in a hot zone, froze account and while my mom convinced that i’m enrolled in college/
i got colleges bumping, balances jumping
thousands of dollars in cali on nothing/
model chick ripping my clothes to pieces
bio still say she my stylists or something/
i don’t even f-cking ask no more. buncha b-tches out the oddysey, trynna see/
which one to claim when they asking bull & which one i’ma claim on my tax report/
it’s a h-lla pool to pick, i been mailing you the brick/
tell em every verse dope, you can smell it through the zip/
playing felon with the talents, ain’t available for sh-t/
what the tenement and internet ain’t tell em who it is/
i’m the future baby, deuce a raised me, they don’t make em like they used to baby/
more clumsy than them dudes she used to dating, drop her dumb -ss at the blue street station/
oops se daisy
2-3 balling, 2 seats off with 2,3 yawning/
groupies who “don’t usually party” changed her mind as soon/

[hook] (2x)
she saw me pull out prints, ain’t tell me pull out since/
my og pulled out benz, youngbull ain’t pull out since/
i let them pull out rent, spent on they whole outfit/
but i got mouths to feed, i got mouths to feed/
i got mouths to feed, i got mouths to feed/

- armani white lyrics

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