Two Shots Lyrics
[Produced by Diplo & DJA]
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even gotta measure
Laughing at how all 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
[Chorus]
I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
Man, 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
[Verse 2]
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 gon' 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'ma 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
Bop-bop!
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even gotta measure
Laughing at how all 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
[Chorus]
I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
Man, 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
[Verse 2]
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 gon' 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'ma 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
Bop-bop!
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
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Genius Annotation
The catchy refrain of “two shots of whatever” sounds like it would make the perfect club song, but it hangs over a confession that he’s not living up to his potential. I’d beg to differ- this is one of his best albums thus far..
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Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
- 1.Intro (C4)
- 3.MegaMan
- 6.She Will
- 7.How to Hate
- 8.Interlude
- 9.John
- 10.Abortion
- 11.So Special
- 12.How to Love
- 13.President Carter
- 14.It’s Good
- 15.Outro
- 16.I Like the View
- 17.Mirror
- 18.Two Shots
- 19.Up Up and Away
- 20.Novacane
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Released on
August 29, 2011
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