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letra de wasted og demo - travis scott

[intro: travis scott]
wasted or nah?
(aw, aw, yeah, aw)

[refrain: travis scott]
are you wasted or nah? wasted or nah? wasted or nah?

[verse 1: travis scott]
take a sip, drowning in this sh-t
coppers on my hip, i hold my head
i’ve been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head
i ain’t order it, i can’t afford this sh-t
go to war with this you overboard, i’m over bored with sh-t
now, it’s pay up player, pay a n-gga
gotta day to day to stack and still i pay accounts
twenty racks to show just a little allowance
only come to houston if the boy allow it
bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main n-ggas
h-town, don’t play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit’ us
i’ve been grinding, slaving over time since i was a fan
looking in the mirror like “one day, jacques, you gon’ be the man”
one skinny, tatted n-gga, blunt fl!cker
young la flame, hot spitter who can’t hold his liquor, yah

[chorus: pimp c]
it’s really going down in the godd-mn south
i’m trill, i’m country ’til the end
it-it-it-it’s really going down in the godd-mn south
i’m trill, i’m country ’til the end
[interlude: juicy j & travis scott]
there’s a lot of motherf-ckers that can’t handle they liquor
can’t handle these drugs
wasted or nah?
it’s only real n-ggas that can handle their sh-t, man
wasted or nah?
yeah (wasted or nah?)
so, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?
make sure you stay on our level, ’cause we go up
let me see you up

[verse 2: travis scott]
i’m so wasted, i’m so wasted, i’m so wasted
molly, xan’ and lean and percocets and i feel racy
i got that ice, i got that ice, it’s not fugazi
my crew done been there, hold the block, we shoot that sprayin’
come in here clean, you know we rasta like jamaicans
dreadlocks, we swayin’, i’m in common, i’m too lazy
and then we block it out that plaza and i’m too wasted
we got that ice, we got that golden, don’t be patient
and i’m so wasted, i’m so wasted, i’m so wasted
i got that ice in my chain, yeah, that’s no fugazi
i got that wrist that work, that wrist that work, that crazy
i got that good d-ck that-that bj make ’em crazy, woo

[chorus: pimp c]
it’s really going down in the godd-mn south
i’m trill, i’m country ’til the end
it-it-it-it’s really going down in the godd-mn south
i’m trill, i’m country ’til the end
[outro: t.i.]
hmm, weed, lean, mdma, he say, she say
all the products of a young man gone the long way
from the home that he known, ’til he roamed where he at
and the phone break up, unknown wake up
several one night stands, hung up phone, break up
if he fall, will he fly? sure, it wouldn’t take much
for you to find out, jump, have you took that plunge?
if not, in the same spot, how could you judge?
h-h-how could you judge? c-c-could you judge?

- travis scott

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