Wasted

(album: Coke Boys 2 - 2011)

Evil Empire

If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live our own good life
Your momma and daddy say it's a shame
It's a down right disgrace
As long as I gotchu by my side
I don't care what them people say

Uhh
I grind I ain't feeling to sleep shawty
I grind I ain't feeling to sleep
I grind I ain't feeling to sleep
Shawty should fuck him good so he could sleep well
I'm wasted
(Evil Empire)
I grind I ain't feeling to sleep
Shawty grind oughta put me to sleep
I'm wasted
I'm tryna hold on to
Baby you could stay
You waited
You've got me armed like a Rottweiler
Rolling purp, popping bottles, wasted
I put my all into it, do it every day
Sweet lady

It's hard working over everything I ain't changed
Most of these niggas with' me on the same page
You ain't my kinfolk we ain't on the same page
You ain't hit the block with' me till the day came
Started this in '01, got knocked '05
Came home blew up
You know we got the city locked
Coke boys certified getting it
That rap money slow up, then I hit the pots whipping
Cause niggas never love you 'til you dead and gone
Never know how much you love it 'til you let it go
I grind hard put in overtime
On my A game, each and every time

I grind I ain't feeling to sleep
Shawty should fuck him good so he could sleep well
I'm wasted
I'm tryna hold on to
Baby you could stay
You waited
You've got me armed like a Rottweiler
Rolling purp, popping bottles, wasted
I put my all into it, do it every day
Sweet lady

Stars in a movie
Want the 4 door but the dealer tryna coupe me
I'm tryna play the part, pop bottles getting smacked
Shawty fuck a room we can do it in the back
Clogging up the window looking for the police
Nigga hot as fish grease mobbing through the cold streets
Talking town after town after town I ain't tryna wait
You know my shit dumping like the 808
Wakeup bread breakup steady riding
See it in my face can't hide it
You know my money dirty but my face clean
Steady riding like the A train
Time I ain't wastin

I grind I ain't feeling to sleep
Shawty grind oughta put me to sleep
I'm wasted
I'm tryna hold on to
Baby you could stay
You waited
You've got me [?] like a Rottweiler
Rolling purp, popping bottles, wasted
I put my all into it, do it every day
Sweet lady

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