Rick Ross - 2 Shots lyrics

rate me

(Hook: Kevin Cossom)

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

(Cuz the drugs baby)

Cuz the drugs get me feelin' some kinda way (oh yeah)

Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night

Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot

Two bad bitches blowin' smoke on my rooftop, yeah

Damn u just completely reminded me (reminded me)

When you're leavin' they feelin' some kinda way

Oh hell, here we go again, I'm just tryin' to stay alive

Two shots, floor niggas shootin' through ur rooftop

Who got popped, young nigga tone two Glocks, yeah

(Bridge)

I just wanna hold ur hand, sip me some Champagne, love, that's it, u heard?

(Verse: Rick Ross)

Suckers for love, yes, I've heard it before

Show them my hustle which is such an incredible source

Stumble through the boutiques, always watchin' my step

Credit Cards in my name, she swipe them, then sign them herself

Trust is a must, neva lettin' me down

Got her selfies with Beyonce, this is Destiny Child

Won't answer my calls after I gave u my all

Before I shed a tear, I thought I'd just write u a song

Rewrite all my wrongs, or recite u a poem

Knowin' you're leavin' but the question is, 'Where are u goin'?'

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)

Shawty was a dancer, hustle was her answer

Get in where I fit in, mid-town Atlanta

Bags & boots, baby girl wanted those big things

Parkin' lot in magic City, since she was sixteen

Don't let them stop u baby, he can't knock u, baby

When u winnin' is when they wanna say she not a lady

Hold ur bag in the sky, all those bitches respect it

Now run home to ur nigga, make sure that head is perfected

Neva seekin' acceptance, reapin' my blessings

Fat mob figure, black Bob Dylan

If the pussy good it's hard to stay at odds with it

If she want it, u ain't got it, get on ur job nigga

(Hook)

(Bridge)

Ur opinion, I don't care & my niggas we show up & it ain't fair

Killin' these niggas for real

Shades on but my vision's so clear

And I do this for my niggas that ain't here

Tell me 'bout I got two bad bitches to myself, oh

And I can't wait to get 'em home

She playin' games with u, probably cuz she with me nigga

It ain't 'bout the fame dog, it's about the figures niggas

Money, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hook)