2 Girls Pimpin The Sea Lyrics

Fuck ya word mister power deceive

How many hotel rooms I stand in probably for weeks

Saw you sell ya self for petty change don't you release

You said you said you was a hoe you started crying to me

I said ya life hotel rooms fill up buses in seats

A foster child mama pimping is me

Yeah watching two girls sell they soul they body is weak

How many days I cried I put my bottle in sheets

Heard ya mama cry for you she probably die for you

Try to give you words of wisdom what ya hours will do

You whistle power move you know ya hours will lose

You told me I wasn't shit a street nigga what I should do

Told me go and do a prophet messenger too

One day you'll remember my words poetry to choose

Listen to my words what I said to you

Ya womb is so fucking blessed what God show me in you

Pocket two girls pimping the sea

How many hotel rooms I risen to see

Do you know I cried many times for she

But she hated my face what she hated in me

Fuck ya word mister power deceive

How many hotel rooms I stand in probably for weeks

Saw you sell ya self for petty change don't you release

You said you said you was a hoe you started crying to me

I said ya life hotel rooms fill up buses in seats

A foster child mama pimping is me

Yeah watching two girls sell they soul they body is weak

How many days I cried I put my bottle in sheets