Two hookers and an eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eightball
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
Mindless self indulgence - Two hookers and an eight ball