2 Hookers And An Eightball Songtext

Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people 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 two hookers and an eight ball Nigga for all the stolen goods As I rock that niggas and get freaky-deaky With a front row ticket for all of my bitches 'Cause my mamma said to rape the very best one Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball It ain't that fuckin' hard I'm standing up to all my abuse Inexperience is where I lose I'm struggling to keep my edge With two hookers and an eight ball Baby, for all the fine ladies Falling out of my Mercedes and into the eighties With a bad case of rabies and a high-top fade Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool I'm not that fucking wonderful No no no I thought I told you to go I'm not that fucking wonderful No no no I thought I told you to go I'm not that fucking wonderful No no no I thought I told you to go Puppy dog Puppy dog Eight ball nigga's for all the stolen goods I rock them bitches and get freekydeeky With the front row tickets for all of my bitches 'Cause my momma said to rape the very best one Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that i write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool