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2 shots of whatever
2 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 - MOB, 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 2 shots of whatever
2 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
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'm a choke off the gunsmoke
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 2 shots from wherever
You can get 2 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 tick (Jamaican)
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
2 shots of whatever
Keep them bitches coming and she can get whatever
I'm on 2 shots of whatever
2 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
2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever