Wasted Ft Cousin Fick Lyrics - E-40

Party goin up, like a airplane 

I Gotta cup full of octane 

Yeah I'm on one, more like 2 

I don't know about you, but I'm Wasted Oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm wasted One one one one one 

One shot two shot three shot 

Dj let that beat drop cuz I'm wasted 

I'm so wasted 

Ughhhh 

I'm goin up like the price of goad 

I'm on the phone with the homie 

With ya bitch on hold 

Deep pockets, My paper can't fold 

Look bankroll so swoll think like a dictionary book 

In my demographics we push elbows and bricks 

We like to hear ourselves talk, and say slick shit 

Like I had this one broad named one young ho 

Her best friends name was nopay 

I changed her name to get my dough 

Operation stack a dollar, I'm having my multiplication 

I get faded every day, every days a special occasion 

Every nights a celebration, used to like a preso 

Double fist to gettin green like gettin pesto 

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Party goin up, like a airplane 

I Gotta cup full of octane 

Yeah I'm on one, more like 2 

I dont know about you, but I'm Wasted Oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm wasted One one one one one 

One shot two shot three shot 

Dj let that beat drop cuz I'm wasted 

I'm so wasted 

Look... I'm out my body wasted 

Octane in my cup, can't taste it 

So it don't make a difference if I chase it 

As long as when I finish somebody replace it 

Fo gotta nigga movin slow like the matrix 

Dro gotta nigga on like somebody laced it 

Gucci louis fendi prada all my bitches basic 

Beat the pussy up yeah my dick catch cases 

Like young frank ho my dick ain't racist 

H got me feeling like I'm in two different places 

We blowin out the pound 

Them haters goin down 

But the... But the 

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Party goin up, like a airplane 

I Gotta cup full of octane 

Yeah I'm on one, more like 2 

I don't know about you, but I'm Wasted Oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm wasted One one one one one 

One shot two shot three shot 

Dj let that beat drop cuz I'm wasted 

I'm so wasted 

Listen to this here 

I'm married to my street sign, jump the broom 

Don't plan on gettin no divorce, no time soon 

The black Daniel Boone, alcohol consume 

Been drinkin since 1 o clock, this afternoon 

Cool with all the goons 

I'm a tycoon air this bitch out like a helium balloon 

Ready for war state of mind always on the case 

Black arsenal like Travis air force base 

Deep like yo bitches throat 

Yapered up money long like train smoke 

She Cali pigeon, body crazy 

The definition of Cali pigeon is shapeless, buttocks 

Kerne had to get a second taste 

How she stack? 

Stack like some buttermilk pancakes 

I'm loaded and I'm twisted and I'm faded 

In the function gettin white boy wasted 

Party goin up, like a airplane 

Gotta cup full of octane 

Yeah I'm on one, more like 2 

I don't know about you, but I'm Wasted Oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm wasted One one one one one 

One shot two shot three shot 

Dj let that beat drop cuz I'm wasted 

I'm so wasted