White Boy Wasted ft. MM Lyrics

From the suburbs so I ain't looking for trouble

Only pack vacation clothes up in my duffel

White boy wasted got me geeking off truffels

Mixed with IPA's it got me seeing double

Still collect a triple double feel like Russel

Dawg game is game recognise the hustle

You ain't in my league I'd hate to burst your bubble

Fuck out my face with all the nonsense

(Yuh Yuh)

At first she didn't want to meet

Then she heard foreign 6'5 and a super freak

White T on my body with a chain shining golden

Told me that she got some friends and likes to bring em over

Girl that ain't a problem what's the addy send a chauffeur

After she done fuck me sign her titties and my poster

Still Run around with savages

So I'll be well prepared when attacking us

(What we doing doing) Mix the lemonade with deuce

Feel like superman attitude on Bruce Wayne

Too late baby girl already got a new thing

Fuck what you think welcome to the new age

From the suburbs so I ain't looking for trouble

Only pack that Tommy H up in my duffel

White boy wasted got me geeking off truffels

Mixed with IPA's I had more than a couple

Still collect a triple double feel like Russel

Dawg game is game recognise the struggle

You ain't in my league I'd hate to burst your bubble

Fuck out my face with all the nonsense

Playing the game in the way it's designed

Never will I hesitate to decline

Follow the script so my life is a movie

Hide in the shade so you can't block the shine

Emphasise it's always family first

Drive you to France I won't fly you to Turks

Holding on tight those who be a blessing

Got rid of those people who feel like curse

See for you all now the sky is the limit

See now for me the sky's just the beginning

Keep it buck man I talk what I'm living

Won't fall for the trap of these beautiful women

Sun in my face as I'm flying away

Drive for success got me lying awake

Appreciate even the minor gains

Feel like I entered the final phase

Full speed on these pussy boys man swear the god you can't slow me down

It's G-foreign bitch don't make me repeat cuz I d told you now

Roll around I hold it down the poster child

No folding now I broke the crown you posed to found I know it now won't be around when I'm posed to bow you broken down

From the suburbs so I ain't looking for trouble

Only pack vacation clothes up in my duffel

White boy wasted got me geeking off a truffels

Mixed eith IPA's I had more than a couple

Still collect a triple double feel like Russel

Dawg game is game recognise the hustle

You ain't in my league I'd hate to burst your bubble

Fuck out my face with all the nonsense (fuck out my face)