2 H******s And An 8 B*** (Clean Version)

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 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
 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 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