Wasted (feat. Cousin Fik) - E-40, Cousin Fik

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

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

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