Текст песни Shots - Sal Houdini

One shot ain't enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I'm startin' to feel warm
Three shots got me missin' someone I don't want
Four shots got me talkin' 'bout this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy got me spittin' poems
Six shots got me askin' where this girl is from
Seven shots I'm textin' all my ex's phones
Eight shots in I don't think that I'm goin' home

Yeah
I've been through a lot
Thought the people in my life is all I really got
People that I know they be stirrin' up the pot
They leave me when I'm down but they're here when I'm on top, yeah
Thought that I forgot
Go out of my way lord knows I did a lot
She wants to hear I do, I'm sorry baby I cannot
My foot is on the gas girl I'm speedin' I can't stop, yeah

How much are you really tryin' though?
I mean, the love we got is a triangle
I got another bad shawty that I'm tryin' for
You used to have another man that you were dyin' for
This shit is messy think it's best we don't keep tryin' girl
You say it's over, it's just me, but I don't buy it girl
I really bought you all those clothes that you were tryin' girl
And now there's many other women I be buyin' for
I'm always around, I'm always around baby
I go to Harrods and blow all my pounds baby
I really love bein' the talk of the town baby
They got it bad I know they down baby
I'm takin' you home, how does that sound baby?
Drinkin' tonight we goin' for rounds baby
Silent my phone, I'm puttin' it down baby
Liquor in me, shit'll go south baby

One shot ain't enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I'm startin' to feel warm
Three shots got me missin' someone I don't want
Four shots got me talkin' 'bout this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy got me spittin' poems
Six shots got me askin' where this girl is from
Seven shots I'm textin' all my ex's phones
Eight shots in I don't think that I'm goin' home

Can't fuck with you if you and your ex are friends
I can't wife a girl that knows too many men
I can't fuck with you even if we pretend
I don't want no bitch that doesn't make no bread
I don't want no daddy issues here again
I don't want no spoil bitches here again
I don't want no ex's to appear again
I don't want nobody fuckin' with my zen
Fuckin' with my head
Fuck around with me too much I'll leave your ass on read
Hate the feelin' when I don't want to get out of bed
All because a stupid hoe told me she got a man
It don't matter though
'Cause she got some friends
Type of bitches that will cut you off just for a man
Then come back like "girl I miss you and we got to hang"
And you take her back 'cause you ain't got no other friends

One shot ain't enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I'm startin' to feel warm
Three shots got me missin' someone I don't want
Four shots got me talkin' 'bout this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy got me spittin' poems
Six shots got me askin' where this girl is from
Seven shots I'm textin' all my ex's phones
Eight shots in I don't think that I'm goin' home

I've been through a lot
Thought the people in my life is all I really got
People that I know they be stirrin' up the pot
They leave me when I'm down but they're here when I'm on top, yeah
Thought that I forgot
Go out of my way lord knows I did a lot
She wants to hear I do, I'm sorry baby I cannot
My foot is on the gas girl I'm speedin' I can't stop, yeah
I'm always around, I'm always around baby
I'm always around, I'm always
I'm always around
They got it bad I know they down baby
I'm takin' you home, how does that sound baby?
Drinkin' tonight we goin' for rounds baby
Silent my phone, I'm puttin' it down baby