Lyrics:
chilling by the pool
I think God was on his game on the day he made you
Damn way better than the bitches that I had in high school
Need a problem solver
can't hold me
Cause I got Georgia on my mind
Yeah I got Georgia on my mind
I'm coming home
High School football games
Georgia Bulldogs and Atlanta Braves
through Georgia
Blowing on doja shorty like roll up
We was getting high in 09 on a vibe for the night
What a life what ride lets get it
Shit I was a kid it
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
It's Gucci, two times, Gucci, Gucci
Please pardon me but I'm passin' gas
To my entourage, no gas masks
I'm in my old school, with the Georgia tag
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo
High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
of your head
Endless replay
Night and day
When I was vice president
There was a drug bust
At the local high school
Parents were all up in arms
Growing up, all I wanted was an Ol' School Chevy
I'm talking about Chevelles, Impalas, Caprices, Cheyenes
Growing up, all I wanted was an Old School
free speech in high schools, idiots
You should be disbanded
You should be disbanded because your mindset is like high school
You should be disbanded
pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em weary
While you frontin' like you
Billy Badass, nigga, you scary
I been knowin' you for years
We was high school
habitat East side gutter
I could whip you a cookie
Best believe it's gonna be butter
Then I hit the club pissy drunk of that bubba
Gotta stay high 'til I
up in Georgia, we were taking L's
I remember down in Auburn, we were taking dubs
I remember when you saw me do my first show
I remember I was turnt
said, "What?"
He said, "Looks like another high school shooting"
I said, "Where?"
He said, "Looks like it happened about an hour north of Miami"
I
and sold them the guns
Made in America
Sacrificing our kids lives for global crisis
While fools of the NRA
Watch kids shoot kids in high schools
With
a gluttonous display of
Endless human stupidity
When it comes down to who's to blame for
The high school murders
In Littleton, Colorado
Throw a rock and you'll
a national french fry day
Also known as national french fries day las papas fritas in espanol. Thanks half a credit of high school Spanish
Of course
These are
four grand, now they got some cash to fly
In high school, used lame kids to practice on
I made 'em empty out their pockets
Other kids dreaming
dope by Georgia dome
High school no diploma
Remember days on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a coach
Better watch your approach when you pull up
(Baby)
Give me that good good loving
That sweet sweet loving
The loving you got
Give me that old school loving
That new school loving
With you
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