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THE GAME? NO! WHY HATE? WHEN THIS HOW THE GAME GO I'M LATE, BUT I'M REALLY HERE ON TIME SALUTATORIAN WHEN IT COME TO PESOS ( THAT'S ALRIGHT) YOU WANNA KNOW
The apple of every man's looming eyes A blooming queen you have to wonder what's in her mind Beauty and excellent Congeniality, salutatorian
a chef turning flour into bread That's high grade, salutatorian Salute the midstate, second only, to a divine state The movement has begun, watch them
y'all Woke up in a Sorority Singin Salutatorian treated as if I'm Royalty The pledges will act accordingly This not for everyone, most of you can't
accomplishments Second guessing compliments I was salutatorian and can't even proud of it I know that's ironic and really should be opposite Tryna overcome em but
stackin' her bread and then invested into college Salute the Salutatorian Graduated with honors Magically melanated, should've been born in Wakanda 2.0
And they moving to the block for real, like a chef turning flour into bread That's high grade, salutatorian, salute the midstate, second only, to a divine
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