Soulja Boy – Wasted lyrics

Oooh I'm wasted
Wasted, wasted, wasted

Lifesyle I wont make it
I'm in jamacia on vacation
Soulja tellem man higher than a hasion
And my eyez sat low like an asian
And my swag onnn, and I'm ridin chrome
And I turned my swag on and I told yo girl
Kiss me thru the damn phone

Now I'm getting my shine on
And every single day, saying soulja I'm diamonds
My diams is shining and when I step on the stage
She say soulja you the shit
I say thank you very miss
Oooh, now my whole click wasted
Standing on the stage
Red proms colered faced
Damn like like damn he like damn how you do that?
A hundred thousands cash in a week
Man we blew that
Oh! and we stepped inside the strip club
Then we throw some money, we just threw some numbers
They just threw the points putting out like pointers
And you already know Lamborghini pointers
Pay attention shawty, I'm the party
When I stepped inside the party
I'm the party
When I walked outside the party, the club closed
When I stepped inside the ice show jewerly frozed
Soulja tellem he the shit
He's a fuckin beast
Every nigga in the city, wanna get like me
And I can do this auto tune shit mane
Watch me sing, just like T-Pain
Ooh but I'm not Lil Wayne
But I'm tatted on my neck mane
And I'm higher than a jet mane
I mean I'm higher than a jet plane
Pay attention what I'm fuckin saying
I go hard just like super saiyajins
But my hair not gold but my chain is gold
And my whole neck frozed
And yea I am wasted
Yea I am gone
Yea man faced it
I am on my throne
King shit bitch!
Boss! shawty!
Check my rules, damn!
I'm stunting, soulja getting money
Arab money, soulja boy money
SOD money aint shit funny
Shout out to my niggas on the down in the country
City boy shawty tiddy boy shawty
A hundred boy shawty.bootles of a party
Stepped inside the party everybosy screaming hardly
Swag surfing shawty on a brand new harley
? soul soulja he popping
Just like Nicole he cold cold when I'm stopping
Damn he go hard
No homo but I'm rich
I'm soulja tellem with a hundred fifty on my risk bitch
What's my damn name? soulja boy cortez!
Uh got more hoes than
Got more hoes than
Got more hoes than a broke nigga socks
...
Got more bitches that mean I got snitches
Ooh I'm wasted bitch
What's my fuckin name?
Shoutout to gucci mane
We wasted and I don't wear tight jeans like you faggots
Fuck the new girls
A hundred and fiffty levels I'm so high