Rick Ross - 2 Shots lyrics

Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the d** baby) Cause the d** get me feeling 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 b**hes blowing smoke on my blue top, yeah Damn you just completely reminded me (reminded me) When you're leaving they feeling some kinda way Oh hell, here we go again, I'm just tryna stay alive Two shots, floor n***as shooting through your rooftop Who got popped, young n***a tone two Glocks, yeah I just wanna hold your had, sip me some Champagne, love, that's it, you heard? s**ers for love, yes, I've heard it before Show them my hustle which is such an incredible source Stumble through the boutiques, always watching my step Credit Cards in my name, she swipe them, I sign them myself Trust is a must, never letting you down Got her selfies with Beyonce, this is Destiny Child Won't answer my calls after I gave you my all Before I shed a tear, I thought I'd just write you a song Rewrite all my wrongs, or recite you a poem Knowing you're leaving but the question is, "Where are you going?" Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the d** baby) Cause the d** get me feeling 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 b**hes blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah Shawty was a dancer, hustle was her answer Get in where I fit in, mid-town Atlanta Bags and boots, baby girl wanted those big things Parking lot in magic City, said she was sixteen Don't let them stop you baby, they can't knock you baby When you winning is when they wanna say she not a lady Hold your bag in the sky, all those b**hes respect it Now run home to your n***a, make sure that head is perfected Never seeking acceptance, reaping my blessings Fat mob figure, black Bob Dylan If the p**y good it's hard to stay and on Twitter If you want it, she ain't got it, get on your job n***a Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the d** baby) Cause the d** get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, floor n***as shooting through your rooftop Who got popped, young n***a tone two Glocks, yeah Your opinion, I don't care And my n***as we show up and it ain't fair k**ing these n***as for real Shades on but my vision's so clear And I do this for my n***as that ain't here Tell me 'bout I got two bad b**hes to myself, oh And I can't wait to get alone She playing games with you, probably cause she with me n***a It ain't 'bout the fame dog, it's about the figures n***as Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the d** baby) Cause the d** get me feeling 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 b**hes blowing smoke on my blue top, yeah