Two shots of whatever | Two shots of whatever | It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
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Two shots of whatever | Two shots of whatever | It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
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Two shots of whatever Two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It's all there, papa, you ain't even got to measure Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around, propellers Money over bitches, M-O-B, goodfellas Cut her ears off, ain't shit she could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin' love letter If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter I'm on two shots of whatever Two shots of whatever Man it's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican I ain't on that bullshit Shawty fine as fuck though, now she kiss me on my neck I hope she ain't cut-throat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gun smoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don't have change I cock back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range You can get two shots from wherever Two shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever Your bullshit is stinking up the place Me no tink baduck me a done de place Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase" It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes, bowling ball Two shots of whatever Keep them bitches coming and she can do whatever I'm on two shots of whatever Two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Two shots of whatever Two shots of whatever
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