Weston Gates Pop That Freestyle [Princeton Lawnparties]

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[Intro: Weston Gates]

Young Gates, champagne
She know the face, she know the name
Work, work
Work, work

[Verse 1]

Work work work work, what you twerkin’ with?
Throw it bust it open show me what you twerkin’ with
Lemme see you twerk like you tryin’ out for BAC
Two-seven that’s my GPA, and my BAC

I take your whore and I don’t even love her, just keep scorin’ like Ian Hummer
She get around- she contagious, got Double D’s- that’s Doug Davis
Pray to God that I’m not around her, she out your league so I gotta scout her
Ivy League, get a college counselor, we don’t let you in like a Cottage bouncer

New whore, got a few more, got ‘em open late like the U-Store
Got a champagne bottle made her pop that, said, „I’m rich, so you pour”
Killin’ this pussy ’til all nine lives get to Heaven
And my plus-one is a ten, I call that Prospect Eleven

[Verse 2]

Got her clothes half-off, that’s a great deal
Bagged her up right after dinner, called it late meal
Girl I’m givin’ lectures here, for you and all your friends to hear
Majorin’ in sex and beer, gettin’ paid like engineers

I had some chemistry with this BSE broad
And I’m AB, but she could C the D at the E-Quad
She F with me 'cuz I’m a effin’ G, and I’m a H-O-T like a effigy
But no bull dog, probably slept with me 'cuz she just want her kid to be a legacy

Go deep, check the D, hand her off, Quinn Epperly
I don’t care to talk to you, just win like Gary Walters do
When I get rich you’ll see me driving in a new M3
Just tryna waste all of my money like the USG