Lyrics:
me grow
Let it go, let me know where to meet at
Student of the week, baby I will be that, you know I need that
[Chorus]
Call you on your phone
and playettes, teachers, staff, and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa
to get a beeper
My Atlantic star, not a Notre Dame
Not a student loan, tried to motivate
Continental, my Bentley, this shit should be illegal
Selassie eye
I never was a straight-lace, straight A student
Teacher's pet or child prodigy
I wasn't gonna get rich throwin' a football
It take too long to get
make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors
A practitioner, practice until I master it
Passionate 'bout my adjectives, syllables so elaborate
Anything less to describe me is just inaccurate
You're a student
(cheers)
Don't let that television fool ya
Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya
The diamonds ain't worth half what
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
It ain't the way its the principle
What kind of student make mo
slithering this way
And that! It was all fucked up!"
Dean: "I'm sure it was. Well we discourage inappropriate drinking among
Both students and pets here
tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not
She'll be an A student time she get out my bed
I'm flashy, I'm rolling with the stones
Get at me, I'm moving with the chrome
A made man, a Don Corleone
of Moscato
For the girl who's a student and the friend who's a model
Finish the whole bottle and we gon' do it big like this
Yeah, and he was just practice
all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' with ya
The weed broke down, like a transmission
The chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina
real beautiful, manicured cuticles (muah)
Office job, student girl, holdin' down her cubicle
And she got my number, tell her man that's like a miracle
Kane said don't stab, I ain't the one
Chuck said a an Uzi weigh a motherfucking ton
And I'm just a student of the game that they taught me
Rocking
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose
So I turned her loose
But she was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
Was it
pie
And rivers made of macaroni and cheese
But don't forget to return your trays
And try to ignore my gum disease
No student can escape
it's all about killing and freakin'
All you '60s radicals and world beaters
Righteous revolutionaries and Camus readers
Liberal students and equal
Good Morning students!
This is Mr. Wimpy
Teachers, you may now begin taking roll
There were a lot of absences yesterday
Due to the big ditching
I'm not taking any more of this shit
hey professor, professor please
I'm not a student I'm meant to be an artist
I'm a drop out I'm a drop out
I've
fois
Que devrait s'élever ma voix
La rue nous bouscule avec des bing, flash et boom,
Sifflets, taxicabs, trucks,
Beat the students !
Hey, Marines !
goes, boom
With everyone inside
Pew, pew, pew
In the rubble of their tomb
We'll plant this note explaining why they died
We, the students
I broke some bloody student's nose
Called us traitors called us quitters
I did my time I did not stay
I'm growing pot in Martin County
They blew
student bodies lie
Ay, Frankie's got me fallin' apart, uh
Draculaura's stealin' my heart, heart
Clawdeen Wolf ya make me howl at the moon
Lagoona,
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