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curry mob - 100 on my test lyrics

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[intro: baljeet]
i do not believe this
i wasted all my time in a cl-ss without grades
oh! if only there was some other kind of outlet for me to express these feelings to my like-minded peer group

[verse 1: lil nekk & tarun the trapper]
you think you really smart until i walk up into cl-ss (ay)
you answered all the questions wrong sit down with yo dumb-ss
got a 100 on my wrist and a 100 on my test (ouu)
i just f-cked yo b-tch with my long -ss neck (ay)

if i get an 80 then my parents beat my -ss (ouu)
if i get a 100, they still beat my -ss
i tell them please stop, they said don’t give me s-ss
so i hopped up in the whip and hit the muhf-cking gas

b-tch i’m going real fast (brrr), hope i f-cking crash
if we have a race, you gon always come in last (ouu)
brown boy just like nav, and i’m really f-cking sad
cuz i did not get a hundred on my test in f-cking math

that b-tch gave me 99 her face just got smacked
and when she dropped me 98 i shot her in the back (brrr)
all my grades are hundreds b-tch are you smoking crack
if i get a ninety-nine i cannot go relax

[verse 2: baljeetonthebeat]
playin all these hoes like agar.io
hit her up once, now she my agari-ho
5.5 and i ain’t even trying
can’t go out in the sun, cuz my skin start frying

all these haters said that we was wack
but we just some brown boys on the track
if we talking shooters then i’m ray
i’m riding yo girl like she my sleigh (ouu)

hundreds everywhere like it’s global warming
when i step up in the club all these girls be swarming
baljeet on the beat so you know it’s fire
i’ll always keep my grades an a or higher

i’m winning all these finals like i’m gagliardi
y’all late to the show go get a tardy
i’m the darkest brown boy of them all
i’m not jennifer you’ll never see me fall

hop up in the whip, and it’s blue
if i ain’t texting back, get a clue
these b-tches all on me like a sale
i’m the type of guy to reject yale (ouu)

pick up yo girl in a maserati, she the kipling to my ravi
rapping on this track, we just some brown boys
all these haters talking, call it white noise

[outro: tarun the trapper]
(some weird bullsh-t)

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