EBK Woods - High school K

I remember sellin' bags inside the lunchroom
I remember fuckin' bitches in the bathroom
Ask my teachers I was servin' in the classroom
The lil' bitches on my dick like "Jay Woods mad cool"
I remember sellin' bags inside the lunchroom
I remember fuckin' bitches in the bathroom
Ask my teachers I was servin' in the classroom
The lil' bitches on my dick like "Jay Woods mad cool"
I ain't go to math class but I know math dude
'Cause I be countin' up this cash boy I had to
I told that bitch get out my face she said I'm mad rude
I told her matter fact come here baby you mad cute
Danny Phantom on these niggas how I'm goin' ghost
I got my peripheral vision gotta play 'em close
Bitch pour up that Casamigos so we can make a toast
Then touch your toes matter fact baby give me throat
I pass that lil' bitch to bro because that bitch a hoe
No Call of Duty if I shoot I'ma insta-kill
I told that bitch that I don't want her but she want me still
She told me fall back off the pills you be bound to drill
I told that bitch worry 'bout herself bitch I love the feel
Think I got a sale lil' brodie let's go grab the scale
Some of my bitches dark skin some of my bitches pale
I remember sellin' bags inside the lunchroom
I remember fuckin' bitches in the bathroom
Ask my teachers I was servin' in the classroom
The lil' bitches on my dick like "Jay Woods mad cool"
I remember sellin' bags inside the lunchroom
I remember fuckin' bitches in the bathroom
Ask my teachers I was servin' in the classroom
The lil' bitches on my dick like "Jay Woods mad cool"

Written by:
Javon Priar, Lawrens Buissereth

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