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2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this s**t.
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Stupid peple thinkin' I am cool.
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 and all the cold villains
As I rock them and get
Freaky deaky with a front row ticket
For all my fine girls
Cuz my momma said to pick the very best one
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this s**t.
2 hookers and an 8 ball
It ain't that fking hard.
I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is when I lose
I'm struggling to keep my edge
With 2 hookers and an
8 ball babies for all the fine ladies
Rollin out in my Mercedes
And into the 80's
With a bad case of rabies
And a high-top fade.
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this s**t.
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Stupid people thinking I am cool.
How 'bout that coke?
You want that coke?
Oh, oh, oh
I thought I told ya to go
I want that cocaine.
Want the coke
Oh, ah, ah
I thought I told ya to go
How bout that cocaine
Want that coke
Oh, ah, ah
I thought I told ya to go
Well then go
fkin go
8 ball and all the cold villains
As I rock them and get
Freaky deaky with a front row ticket
For all my fine girls
Cuz my momma said to pick the very best one.
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this s**t?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Stupid people thinking I am cool.
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this s**t
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Stupid people thinking I am cool.