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i had some 40z on my mind when i woke up this mornin' i was sick of fancy drinks from the bitches i'd been bonin' wanted to get trashed, lay down and drink my stash get up and make a quick dash then bat my fuckin' eyelash at the big nasty bottle of the shit i drink you may call me a ghetto freak but i won't even blink don't even try to contain the 40z that i drain i leave a malt liquor stain like a fucking freight train then i go to the high school, i go to the high school to find me a bitch, a young virgin switch i go to the high school, i go to the high school i find a young gun, i drench him in cum i go to the high school, i go to the high school make him kiss my gash, then i fuck his tight ass i go to the high school, i go to the high school if you make your momma cry i'll give you some of my st. ide's sippin' on some 40z what i learned in third grade for me the drink was made and i won't ever trade the taste of sweet malted sex on my pussy lovin' tongue first time i drank it it stung and then some little bells rung and i knew that i loved you, i knew that i loved you put nobody above you, rather sip you then get screwed i knew you were somethin', had my little brain bumpin' 'stead of doin' my man last night, it was you that i was humpin' i go to the high school, i go to the high school to find me a bitch, a young virgin switch Letras de cancionesi go to the high school, i go to the high school i find a young gun, i drench him in cum i go to the high school, i go to the high school make him kiss my gash, then i fuck his tight ass i go to the high school, i go to the high school if you make your momma cry i'll give you some of my st. ide's sippin 40's [repeat 6x] From Letras Mania