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Young Soulja The Realest - Wasted lyrics

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Wasted by Young Soulja The Realest


[Intro]:
Yo I'm f**ked up, yo what was your name again
What was it, keysha
sh*t well it’s nice to meet cha keysha (keysha)
You got a nice booty on your back
Now can I get in that
[Verse one]:
Yo, I’m gone off the henny and I feel a lil’looser
And if she got a booty then I’ll still f**k maddusa
If she was a midet then I’ll put her on a boosta
And I make her do some thangs that she really ain’t used ta(yeah)
I ain’t at hooters but I love the way her boobs rock
Sittin’ back, dick gettin’ longer then a tube sock
She squeezin’ on me, clampt on like a vice grip
Don’t know ‘bout her face but she got some nice tits
My vision f**ked up, I’m seein’ double
And if I don’y wear a rubba it’ s gon be trouble
See ima look in the mirrior and have to face it
I never woulda touched your punk ass if I wasn’t wasted
[Hook]: 2x
It ain’t the face you f**kin’ it’s the f**k that you facin’
Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waist
Andi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace and
The only reason why I’m f**kin’ is ‘cause b**ch I’m wasted
[Verse two]:
Chea, I'm at the bar drinkin’ some henn
I’m talkin’ to a broad and a couple of her friends
Told her I ordered up another round of segrams gin
We could all get it in, you and a couple of your friends
This song came on, I gave her an evil grin
‘cause she know it’s goin’ down as soon as the club end
My lord, lil shawty got a fat back
I’m tryna get my finga in the puddin’, no snackpack
Yea ma I like the way that you work that
This weed and this vodka got me feelin’like ima hurt that
She know the boy get it in till she satisfied
Whisper in my ear ma, tell me what's your panty size
I’m in the game while these otha dudes stratigize
Grey goose vodka, gotchu doin’ thangs you fantasize
[Hook]: 2x
It ain’t the face you f**kin’ it’s the f**k that you facin’
Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waist
Andi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace and
The only reason why I’m f**kin’ is ‘cause b**ch I’m wasted
[Verse three]:
So we slid to the motel 6, we gettin’ busy(bomp bomp)
My head f**kin’hurts, and my ass is still dizzy
She betta not get in my pockets and start to dippin’ (dippin’)
But I don’t even know if I could even tell the difference
I shoulda, I shoulda never mixed the clear and brown
She lookin’ good from the back but don’t turn around
I wonder why I only had an inch of pillow
b**ch was bigger then a mothaf**kin’ hippo
The sh*t was gross, that’s the reason why I threw up
It had nothin’ to do with me drinkin’ that kulah
If I, told you what happen then you better not say sh*t
I’ll never f**k around again and find myself wasted
[Hook]: 2x
It ain’t the face you f**kin’ it’s the f**k that you facin’
Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waist
Andi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace and
The only reason why I’m f**kin’ is ‘cause b**ch I’m wasted



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