2 Shots

Lil Wayne

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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 our ears off, ain't shit you 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
    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

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    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, shorty 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 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 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 tek bad up, 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 cumming and she gon' do whatever

    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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