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kilo gram$ - wasted lyrics

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(intro kilo gram$$)

(hook 1 cardi simmz)
hop outta the foreign it feel like a
sp-ceship
my pockets a morgue they full of dead
faces
put molly on her tongue yeah i let her
taste it
f-ck her then in done don’t want no
relations
yeah i’m wasted i’m getting wasted
sipping on good cardi yeah i’m wasted
yeah i’m wasted i’m getting wasted
fed ya hoe a molly now she wasted

(verse 1 cardi simmz)
gta san andreas yeah i’m wasted
can’t keep my eyes open like asian
i drove the foreign home intoxicated
gave that b-tch a pill now she naked

she said she was taken , i knew she was
faking
her p-ssy was vacant get her wet like the
wet like the
kraken
k!ll the p-ssy like jason i got her legs
shaken

good brain education black and fly like
raven
ice on my chain yeah were not the same
yeah
links in my bracelets your jewelry gold
plated

boy you a lame yeah stay in your lane
yeah
serving chickens like canes yeah got ice
in my veins yeah
i got 2 cups and they stuffed
don’t sip slow i chug
got a thick b-tch with no gut
i’m addicted to these drugs
like an outlet i stay plugged
i show these hoes no love
leave her face full that nut

(hook 1 cardi simmz)
hop outta the foreign it feel like a
sp-ceship
my pockets a morgue they full of dead
faces
put molly on her tongue yeah i let her
taste it
f-ck her then in done don’t want no
relations
yeah i’m wasted i’m getting wasted
sipping on good cardi yeah i’m wasted
yeah i’m wasted i’m getting wasted
fed ya hoe a molly now she wasted

(verse 2 kilo gram$$)
switched the bemer got a benz ray bans
on my lense p-ssy wet getting drench
never sat on the bench gamed up like a
pimp foreign car sp-ceship

left hand whip
the whip right hand on her cl-t leather seats
when i sit switching lanes on a b-tch thc
that’s the cl!ck gold rings in my fist blue
,money like a crip blow a bag by the zip
exotic watch her strip i give her d-ck for
a tip

walk in the club with a fifth rocks
on my chain and wrist my diamonds still
dancing like chris codeine and sprite
in my p-ssim counting it up like im mitch
smoke a wood not a swish fifty b-tches
on my d-ck

thc that’s the clique ride the foreign sp-ceship
i take off like abracadabra blast off to the moon
like nasa ice n-gga like santa poe a foe in a fanta
big racks for the camera in walls like a plasma
thc we alaska

(hook 2 cardi)
hop outta the foreign it feel like a
sp-ceship
my pockets a morgue they full of dead
faces
put molly on her tongue yeah i let her
taste it
f-ck her then in done don’t want no
relations
yeah i’m wasted i’m getting wasted
sipping on good cardi yeah i’m wasted
yeah i’m wasted i’m getting wasted
fed ya hoe a molly now she wasted

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