"Wasted" as written by Ladamon Douglas and Writers Unknown....
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(I'm wasted)
Ha, ha, ha, ha

Ha, rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten o'clock dranking
Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send twenty more cases

Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney
Gucci no hippie but it's on like Jimmy
X Pill poppers geeked up crazy whole click rolling
Everyone wasted purple codeine Sprite pink don't waste it,
Mix up, grandma drank it and didn't taste it,
Now grandma sipping syrup leaning wasted
Walking 'round fuck up
Twisting her finga home gurl
Slipped up drunk got wasted now
She back stage an she tryna get famous
Hit me up the drinky, drinky Gucci Mane shake it,
Club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted

Rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten o'clock dranking
Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send me twenty more cases

I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys
But I do get wasted like the white boys
Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck dis almond joy
Said she gotta stop sucking 'cause her jaw's sore
Gotta bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor
Party just popping up but now he rolling more
Rolled on, three pills now, he on four I don't know, why?
But that Remy turned into a whore
Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces
Got the forty on my waist and it's off safety
'Bout forty goons wit' me and we all wasted
Only Remy straight tonight dog no chasing

Rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten o'clock dranking
Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send me twenty more cases

Whole click faded we geeked up crazy
Big boy bracelet we white boy wasted
No shirt, fuck it unless your arms tatted
We slopping trunk disgusted the liquor keep wasting
285 east side me and Plies wasted
Racing seven big booty broads chasing
Spring break fifty thousand white girls shake it
Some dancing naked
But everyone's wasted
Magic city Monday
Ball players wasted
This one for yo' uncle drinking Thunderbird wasted
Twelve pack wasted
I need more cases
And Gucci not a racist
All my diamonds Caucasians

Rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten o'clock dranking
Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send twenty more cases

Ha ha ha
This is GPSA (Gucci!)
(Ghetto public service announcement)
We don't get fucked up no more, we get wasted
Gucci Mane, Plies, Fat Boi, wasted


Lyrics submitted by NotoriousBoneThug

"Wasted" as written by Otis Williams Radric Davis

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General CommentPreeminent conduct, we may not accomplish
    Habitually intoxicated, my fellows consume inebriants
    Imbibing amarenthine elixir, enfolding marihuana
    Rouse from slumber, 10 at foreday, once again imbibing

    Carousing, carousing, carousing, let us all partake in libations
    Promenade for me, madam, do it divested
    I am intoxicated, thou art intoxicated as well
    Inform the sommelier to pour 20 more goblets
    nefittyon January 21, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentRock star lifestyle might not make it,
    President got em in the White house naked,
    looked at the clock and it said right now,
    get a pound break it down, blow it like trial,
    wine in my tall glass
    Young Money baby, big sh-t like a horse ass,
    stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back,
    Bugatti matte black, where they do that at?
    South beach Miami hoe, Im probably with tammy toe,
    my life is a video and the women want they cameo,
    I just want the panty hoes and I'm higher than Geronimo,
    and I got them tools, tell em boys it could get mechanical,
    now pop that pussy like a four four,
    I turn her round and bend her over like a low blow,
    it's young money baby, we the fucking greatest,
    we don put the other niggas on a hiatus
    Youknowmysteez..on April 28, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis is about a man who is addicted to alcohol and is cheating in his girl and has resorted to drugs because the alcohol wont do it. Its pretty tragic
    momurda843on November 09, 2013   Link

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