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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

Photo: Danielle Jackson
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'