Wasted ft. ArrDee Lyrics

Wasted ft. 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 fucking 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 dick 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 (Yеah)

Anytime that I jump on a beat like this

Gotta shout AJ 'cah that flow is his

Evеry 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

Digga D

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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 fuckin' 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

Tun 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 sunrise

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