sherwood marty - college lyrics
[chorus]
mama always told me that i shoulda went to college
but i know that prolly wouldn’t have been the best idea
i prolly woulda turnt out the whole student body
sellin’ drugs in the library, smokin’ weed, poppin’ pills
when it come to lunchtime, we standin’ on the table
skippin’ school with my neighbor, playin’ thieves, tryna build
f-ck the lady teachers one time, and f-ck the cheerleaders
i don’t need ‘em, i’ma share ‘em with my peers
[verse 1]
i been pimpin’ in the parkin’ lot, tryna sell a pack (a pack)
i got a pocket full of racks (racks), and i’m grippin’ on my gat (gat)
n-ggas might try to jack (jack), p-ssy n-ggas stand back (back)
man, somebody gettin’ whacked, you know we ain’t playin’ that
i put my teacher on the perc’, she all about it (she all about it)
i got all the white girls poppin’ rocks (poppin’ rocks)
people see me, want a picture, paparazzi (cl!ck, cl!ck)
‘cause i’m the richest n-gga in the student body (i got bags)
i was thuggin’ last night, milly rockin’ (milly rockin’)
i got a test tomorrow, but i popped a molly (popped a molly)
pull up, foreign car, everybody watchin’
girls gimme knowledge ‘cause they know i got the profit
(i got the bag)
[chorus]
mama always told me that i shoulda went to college
but i know that prolly wouldn’t have been the best idea
i prolly woulda turnt out the whole student body
sellin’ drugs in the library, smokin’ weed, poppin’ pills
when it come to lunchtime, we standin’ on the table
skippin’ school with my neighbor, playin’ thieves, tryna build
f-ck the lady teachers one time, and f-ck the cheerleaders
i don’t need ‘em, i’ma share ‘em with my peers
[verse 2]
get the baddest cheerleader, we gon’ flip (gang, gang)
school girl, go to work, and she a stripper (she a stripper)
i’ma catch her after cl-ss, and i’ma rip her
i’ma put her on that lean, she gon’ turn into a sipper (yeah, yeah)
we was shootin’ dice in the back room (back room)
had b-tches poppin’ p-ssy like it’s canned corn (like it’s canned corn)
shorty got me on her like some bam-bam (like some bam-bam)
skippin’ cl-ss, gettin’ head in the bathroom
tell my teacher, “f-ck that sh-t,” and then i left the day (then i left)
make a hunnid on the block and then you graduate (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t do my homework ‘cause i don’t care ‘bout my grades
sold my teachers all my scripts and turned my ls into as (gang)
[chorus]
mama always told me that i shoulda went to college
but i know that prolly wouldn’t have been the best idea
i prolly woulda turnt out the whole student body
sellin’ drugs in the library, smokin’ weed, poppin’ pills
when it come to lunchtime, we standin’ on the table
skippin’ school with my neighbor, playin’ thieves, tryna build
f-ck the lady teachers one time, and f-ck the cheerleaders
i don’t need ‘em, i’ma share ‘em with my peers
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