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Wasted (feat. ArrDee)
Digga D
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Yeah Don't get it twisted, you know My dad's from East Which makes me a real geezer, fella Someone get me a ****ing Stella (Yo) Get me white-boy wasted (Yeah) Get me lit, get me pissed, get me faded Get the condoms, get the gyaldem naked Want the long john, it's the **** that she tasting (Woi) Now she hot like a basin (Woi) Don't say it, just save it (Woi) All my shoes got laces (Woi) Don't mek badman blaze it (Yeah) Anytime that I jump on a beat like this Gotta shout AJ 'cah that flow is his Every other day, I get stopped by CID's Still mix Amnesia weed with cigs (The ammi smells) This the loudest there is, is I just snuck in my nizz, don't make me lock the ting, it's a chizz Bubble that, double that, juggle that (Woi) Double back, double tap, rubble that (Woi) Shuffle back, unzip the duffle bag (Woi, woi, woi) Now-now he's in trouble, akh, shovel that P's from that trap, I don't trouble that (Woi) Put down a hunnid racks (Woi) JSav, that's my brother that, brother that We ain't cheffing bro we're gunnin' that, gunnin' that I-I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true Ayy, it's the morning, I'm still drunk, buss it, aight? Ayy White boy wasted crew and we roll in cars, ragging them like they're stolen Barbies bleach blonde, Phil Foden Makin' them scream that "It's comin' home" and that (And that) I told Digga to roll with that (With that) 'Cause I'm so ****in' off my nut, I might just lack I don't shoot no wap, beer bottles get smashed So let's have it (Let's have it) You don't wanna party with ArrDee, none of 'em hack it (None) It's litty for really, it's silly, if you got a drink and I see it, I'll back it (Back) Necking it off just like the gyal in my bed that I've got Turn up with tugs and geezers', the lot My own family think I've lost the plot, I don't give a toss Leave the girl breathing heavy, easy, steady (It's bait) I don't know about stayin' out late, 'cause I party 'til the sun rise This boy, have the cab man screaming (Woi, woi, woi) It's litty for really, a whole bag of noise The vibes in the room but Digga's too loose Heard man say I-I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true
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