Текст песни 200 - Diplo
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
trendin'
topic,
I'm
a
fuckin'
trend-setter,
I'm
on
If
you're
scared,
go
to
church,
Mason
Betha
Sometimes
the
paper
chase
could
be
like
chasin'
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
stinkin'
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,
bowlin'
ball
Two
shots
of
whatever
Keep
them
bitches
cummin'
and
she
gon'
do
whatever
Two
shots
of
whatever,
two
shots
of
whatever
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