Текст песни College Girl (New York Edition) - AnthonyxJohn

I been talking to this college girl at Oneonta, first year
And she already forgot about her college work
Her father, sir accused her being party first
She do it at her own pace, she ain't got no mercy for him
She say "I own his credit card." she purchase bottles, merch
Because she can't afford em and she also smoking a lot of purp
Anthony John is a saint, a god to her
Cause I get the jays, now we stony so I call her Brook
And her body so fucking cold
It's like soon he getting into Buffalo
She a hoe frustrated with her guy at home
She lie to you so she watch what she post
It makes sense that she lying, you go to Molloy
And she get the D too but this not a sport
To my own admission, I didn't even court her to land her
Or hunt her, just hit her at college in dorms
I just knew I'd loved it there, I didn't even tour

I been talking to this college girl and we been linking and
Yeah she'll dub him twice but then she'll bang him ten
At the mere instance if you look in her eyes
You can see innocence but heart wicked
Still mounting it like it's Saint Vincent
It's so wet in it, no strings and shit but thinking it's marry time
The time man had in this chick
Was so stupid, just trying to get dumb in again
The classes she's in have all been easy
So her syllabus is just drinking and
Flirting with her friend's mans on insta too
DMing in evil fashion, it fits
'Cause they don't like eachother but they act like it
Until they get drunk have fights and start screaming
Slurring words, sounds like a different type of English like Adele fighting
It's okay that was last night, right back
You know pots damn right like that
Calling kettles black right to the kettle's face
So any problems that these girls had
They buff all those out
They in a better state until next week
Cause they can't watch their mouths, they need colgate
But how could I fret on you college girls, y'all keep me entertained