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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

Niggas for all the gold glitters
As I rock them figures and get freaky-deaky
With a front row ticket for all of my bitches
'Cause my mamma said to pick 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
Rolling 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

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, what a day

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, go
Puppy, go

Eight ball niggas and all the gold glitters
As i rock them figures and get freaky-deakt
With the front row tickets for all of my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick 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

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