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2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit.

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 niggaz and all the cold villains

As I rock them niggaz and get

Freaky deaky with a front row ticket

For all my fine bitches

Cuz my momma said to pick the very best one

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit.

2 hookers and an 8 ball

It ain't that fucking 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 shit.

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

Fuckin go

8 ball niggaz and all the cold villains

As I rock them niggaz and get

Freaky deaky with a front row ticket

For all my fine bitches

Cuz my momma said to pick the very best one.

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit?

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Stupid people thiking I am cool.

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Stupid people thinking I am cool.

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