Two hookers and an eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an eightball
Muthafuckaz thinkin’ I am cool
I definitely give myself props
That way, I always get what I want
I’m struggling to keep my edge
With two hookers and an
Eightball, niggaz
And all my stone glitters
As I rock dem figures and get
Freekydeeky with the front row tickets
For all of my bitches
Two hookers and an eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an eightball
It ain’t that fucking hard
I’m struggling with all my abuse
‘Cause inexperience is where I lose
I’m struggling to keep my edge
With two hookers and an
Eightball, babies
For all the fine ladies
Fallin’ outta my Mercedes
And into da ‘80s
With a hot case of rabies
And the hightop fadies
I’m not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you before, puppy dog
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