Wasted Lyrics Gucci Mane, Plies, Fatboi
If you don’t know the Wasted lyrics and are a big fan of Gucci Mane, then you are really missing out. This song has been out for a long time and it seems as though everyone and their sisters/brothers knows this track. It was produced by Fatboi and has a very mainstream sound, but nonetheless, it is one of the best partying anthems that has ever been released by any artist. The rapper Plies is featured as the guest on the original version. Read up on the lyrics beneath and see whether you are able to rock out to the track’s cool concept.
(Introduction)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Wasted)
Ha, ha, ha, ha
[CHORUS]
Rock star lifestyle might don’t make it
Living life high everyday clique wasted
Sippin on purple stuff rollin up stanky
Wake up in the morning 10 o’clock drinking
Party party party let’s all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl do it butt naked
I’m so wasted she so wasted
Shout the bartender send 20 more cases
Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney
Gucci no hippie but it’s on like Jimmy
X pill poppers geeked up crazy
Whole clique rollin everyone wasted
Purple codeine sprite pink don’t wasted
Mix up grandma drink it then taste it
Now grandma sippin syrup Leaning wasted
Walking round fucked up twisting her fingers
Homegirl slipped up drunk got wasted
Now she back stage an she tryin to get famous
Hit me up the drinky drinky Gucci Mane shake it
Club night damn right Gucci Mane wasted
[CHORUS]
I don’t wear tight jeans like the white boys
But I do get wasted like the white boys
Now I’m looking for a bitch to suck this almond joy
Said she gotta stop sucking cuz her jaws sore
Got a bitch on the couch bitch on the floor
Party just popping up but now he rolling more
Rolled on three pills now he on four
I don’t know why but that Remy turned into a whore
Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces
Got the 40 on my waist and it’s off safety
Bout 40 goons with me and we all wasted
Only Remy straight tonight dawg no chasing
[CHORUS]
Whole clique faded we geeked up crazy
Big boy bracelets we white boy wasted
No shirt fuck it unless your arms tatted
We slapping trunk disgusted and lift the kid wasted
285 East side me and Plies wasted
Racing seven big booty broads chasing
Spring break 50 thousand white girls shake it
Some dancing naked but everyone’s wasted
Magic city Monday ball players wasted
This one’s for yo uncle drinking Thunderbird wasted
12 pack wasted I need more cases
And Gucci not a racist all my diamonds Caucasians
[CHORUS]
This is a GPSA (Ghetto public service announcement)
We don’t get fucked up no more, we get wasted
Gucci Mane, Plies, Fat Boi, wasted
(Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
Shirt Off Lyrics Gucci Mane, Frenchie, Wooh Da Kid
Chances are good that if you are a fan of Gucci Mane, you already know the full Shirt Off lyrics. The song is included on his 2009 release The State vs. Radric Davis and appeared on many different mixtapes before that. It features the up and coming So Icey Ent. rapper Frenchie as well as the other representative of the camp, Wooh Da Kid. Following verses from those two is a closing verse from Gucci Mane. The chorus is addicting and the music video for this track is a very good look.
[Chorus]
I take my shirt off then all the hoes stop breathin (Repeat 3x)
So Icey Entertainment
God dammit I’m freezin
My shirt off (Burr) (Repeat 7x)
My Shirt off (whoosh) (Repeat 7x)
(Frenchie Verse #1)
F-r-e-n-c-h-i-e
I’m tatted up come find me
A hundred thou so icy
We we poppin bottles
Showin thug love
If you act up in the club
Then you know we throwin hollows
What it do partner
Get to close I spark ya
My wrist inside the club is like a highlighted marker
On beats I’m a monster
So icy I sponsor
This mary jane got on the war like Nina Parker
I’m bout to call Waka
Tell him bring the choppa
Fuck seein the doctor
He’ll be screamin like the opera
It’s hot as hell I gotta take off my shirt
My car my girls love to wear skirts
The Paint color it look like dirt
No shirts in that 08 Vert
[Chorus]
(Wooh Da Kid Verse #2)
They say money doin something to my ego
More money I see I’m getting tatted like amigo (yeah)
White girl say she can move a brick a day
I tell her eat the cake eat the cake Anna Mae
Go go you better clear the plate (yeah)
She said I think I’m dead (why)
Cuz I can’t feel my face (yeah)
And she think she gettin dollars from the kid
All she get is hard dick and she swallowin my kids
I know they feelin me cuz I’m movin like a G move
And my red and black skirt and her brand new Prada matchin my Evisus
Wife beater so I’m showin off my sleeveless
Art so imma call it gone with the breeze
[Chorus]
(Gucci Mane Verse #3)
6 1 deep
No shirt no top (go)
White chain bright lane
VVS white rocks (blow)
I’m a work of art mane
I’ll crush your ice game
Thousand dollars light mane
Need to rob a dice game
Tatted like a white mane
Party like a rock band
The so icy bike game
Makin lames tuck chains
God damn Gucci Mane
You done did that shit again
Goin knee deep in the Earth so that you can have a chain
My body wrote on like an essay
But homie no Mexican
So Icy Entertainment
You can write it on me mane
In the center of the stage with no tank top (no no)
For the block I’m showin every tattoo I got (yeah)
[Chorus]
