Young Soulja The Realest - Wasted Lyrics
[Intro]:Yo I'm *****ed up, yo what was your name againWhat was it, keyshaShit well it’s nice to meet cha keysha (keysha)You got a nice booty on your backNow can I get in that[Verse one]:Yo, I’m gone off the henny and I feel a lil’looserAnd if she got a booty then I’ll still ***** maddusaIf she was a midet then I’ll put her on a boostaAnd 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 *****s rockSittin’ back, dick gettin’ longer then a tube sockShe squeezin’ on me, clampt on like a vice gripDon’t know ‘bout her face but she got some nice titsMy vision *****ed up, I’m seein’ doubleAnd if I don’y wear a rubba it’ s gon be troubleSee ima look in the mirrior and have to face itI never woulda touched your punk ass if I wasn’t wasted[Hook]: 2xIt ain’t the face you *****in’ it’s the ***** that you facin’Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waistAndi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace andThe only reason why I’m *****in’ is ‘cause ***** I’m wasted[Verse two]:Chea, I'm at the bar drinkin’ some hennI’m talkin’ to a broad and a couple of her friendsTold her I ordered up another round of segrams ginWe could all get it in, you and a couple of your friendsThis song came on, I gave her an evil grin‘cause she know it’s goin’ down as soon as the club endMy lord, lil shawty got a fat backI’m tryna get my finga in the puddin’, no snackpackYea ma I like the way that you work thatThis weed and this vodka got me feelin’like ima hurt thatShe know the boy get it in till she satisfiedWhisper in my ear ma, tell me what's your panty sizeI’m in the game while these otha dudes stratigizeGrey goose vodka, gotchu doin’ thangs you fantasize[Hook]: 2xIt ain’t the face you *****in’ it’s the ***** that you facin’Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waistAndi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace andThe only reason why I’m *****in’ is ‘cause ***** I’m wasted[Verse three]:So we slid to the motel 6, we gettin’ busy(bomp bomp)My head *****in’hurts, and my ass is still dizzyShe betta not get in my pockets and start to dippin’ (dippin’)But I don’t even know if I could even tell the differenceI shoulda, I shoulda never mixed the clear and brownShe lookin’ good from the back but don’t turn aroundI wonder why I only had an inch of pillow***** was bigger then a motha*****in’ hippoThe shit was gross, that’s the reason why I threw upIt had nothin’ to do with me drinkin’ that kulahIf I, told you what happen then you better not say shitI’ll never ***** around again and find myself wasted[Hook]: 2xIt ain’t the face you *****in’ it’s the ***** that you facin’Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waistAndi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace andThe only reason why I’m *****in’ is ‘cause ***** I’m wasted
