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Two hookers and an 8 ball Can you believe that i write this shit? Two hookers and an 8 ball Stupid people thinking I am cool (And now)I definitely give myself props And that way I always get what I want I always try to keep my edge With 2 hookers And an 8 ball nigga In all the good criticisms I rock them niggaz And get freaky deaky With the front row tickets For all of my bitches Because my mamma sent to break the very best, WATCH! Two hookers and an 8 ball Can you believe that I write this shit? Two hookers and an 8 ball It.. ain't.. that.. fucking.. hard..! I'm standing up to all my abuse Inexperience is where I lose I'm struggling to keep my edge With 2 hookers and an 8 ball baby for all the fine ladies Rolling out in my Mercedes and into the 80s With a rare case of rabies and a high strung beat Two hookers and an 8 ball Can you believe that I write this shit? Two hookers and an 8 ball Stupid people thinking I am cool Saturday, summerday Saturday, waterday, who I wish was here today! How 'bout that coke? You want that coke? (Oh, oh, oh...) I thought I told ya to go How 'bout that coke? What tha fuck? (Oh, oh, oh...) I though I told ya to go How 'bout that coke? What tha fuck? (Oh, oh, oh...) I thought I told ya go Told ya go [x2] 8 ball niggas In all the good criticisms I rock them niggaz And get freaky deaky With the front row tickets For all of my bitches Because my mamma sent to break the very best, WATCH! Two hookers and an 8 ball Can you believe that I write this shit? Two hookers and an 8 ball Stupid people thinking I am cool Two hookers and an 8 ball Can you believe that I write this shit? Two hookers and an 8 ball Stupid people thinking I am cool |