| People sayin' all my new shit kill
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| No shit, well my old shit kill too
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| Count a 150 thou
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| That’s a lie right now, in a year that’s the real truth
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| Ain’t about that though
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| More about the people that’ll doubt that flow
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| Watch 'em fall back when they hear the wrong track
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| I’ma need a new accountant just to count that dough
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| Comin' in fast, can’t count that slow
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| Got it stacked too high, can’t count that low
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| By the time it’s 2020, I’m addicted to the money
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| Man, I don’t know what I’d ever do without that dough
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| Gotta get whatever I want
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| I don’t gotta habit, I can quit whenever I want
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| I don’t gotta have it but if you got it I gotta grab it
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| I fought it, I thought I had it
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| I promise I’m not an addict
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| You wanna know why I get wasted?
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| Cause these bitches all basic
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| And when I can’t take it
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| I’m drinkin' liquor out the bottle, no chaser
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| But you wanna know why I get wasted?
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| To forget about that
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| Fake shit, I ain’t never been about that
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| All the money and the fame I can live without that
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| Drink, smoke, chill
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| Gon' and pop a pill
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| Bitches in the lobby, I already know they will
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| Drink, smoke, chill
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| Gon' and pop a pill
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| Now these bitches in my room and you already know the deal
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| See that all white tesla?
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| That’s new
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| Said he really gettin' paid now
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| That’s true
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| All eyes on me
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| Give a fuck about you
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| So you really gon' hate now
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| And that’s cool
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| Fuck 'em
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| Do this shit all on my own, all on my own
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| Man up, you not in my zone
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| Smoke this shit all to myself, all to myself
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| Drink 'til the bottle is gone
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| I don’t know why you so mad, why you so mad?
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| I never did you no wrong
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| I just be livin' my songs, that’s all
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| Told your bitch she better leave me alone
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| Uh, rich white women in my nightmares
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| Never let me hit it in my Nike Airs
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| And I don’t get it cause I fight fair
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| Hit it right, bet I put it right there
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| Rich black women in my dreams
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| Never let me get up in her jeans
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| Shorty what you mean?
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| I just bought you 4 or 5 drinks
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| Make it drop girl, do it for the team
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| All these bitches are bougie
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| They all wanna be wifey
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| She ask me if it’s Gucci
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| I tell her: «Yeah bitch, it might be»
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| Now we in the jacuzzi and I still got on my Nikes
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| Cause I’ve been drinkin', smokin', chillin', wasted
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| That’s why she like me
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| You wanna know why I get wasted?
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| Cause these bitches all basic
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| And when I can’t take it
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| I’m drinkin' liquor out the bottle, no chaser
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| But you wanna know why I get wasted?
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| To forget about that
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| Fake shit, I ain’t never been about that
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| All the money and the fame I can live without that
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| Drink, smoke, chill
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| Gon' and pop a pill
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| Bitches in the lobby, I already know they will
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| Drink, smoke, chill
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| Gon' and pop a pill
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| Now these bitches in my room and you already know the deal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wasted , by - Cal Scruby. Song from the album House in the Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп