Shots Lyrics – Sal Houdini
Singer: Sal Houdini
Title: Shots
One shot ain’t enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I’m starting to feel one
Three shots got me missing someone I don’t want
Four shots got me talking about this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy got me spitting poems
Six shots got me asking where this girl is from
Seven shots I’m texting all my exes phones
Eight shots and I don’t think I’m going 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 stirring up the pot
They leave me when I’m down but thеy’re here whеn I’m on top
Yeah, thought that I forgot
Go outta 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
How much are you really trying though
I mean, the love we got is a triangle
I got another bad shawty that I’m trying for
You used to have another man that you were dying for
This sh#t is messy think it’s best we don’t keep trying girl
You say it’s over it’s just me but I don;t buy it girl
I really bought you all those clothes you trying girl
And not as many other women I be buying for
I’m always around, I’m always around baby
I go to Harrod’s I’m blowing my pounds baby
I really love being the talk of the town baby
They got it bad, I know they down baby
I’m taking you home, how does that sound baby
Drinking tonight, we goin’ for rounds baby
Silent my phone, I’m putin’ 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 starting to feel one
Three shots got me missing someone I don’t want
Four shots got me talking about this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy, got me spitting poems
Six shots got me asking where this b#tch is from
Seven shots I’m texting all my exes phones
Eight shots and I don’t think that I’m going home
Can’t f#ck with you if you and your ex are friends
I can’t wife a girl that knows too many men
I can’t f#ck with you even if you pretend
I don’t want no b#tch that doesn’t make no bread
I don’t want no daddy issues here again
I don’t want to spoil b#tches here again
I don’t want no exes to appear again
I don’t want nobody f#cking with my zen, f#cking with my head
f#ck around with me too much I leave your #ss on read
Hate the feeling when I don’t want to get outta bed
All because a stupid hoe tell me she got a man
It don’t matter though, cuz she got some friends
Type of b#tches that’ll cut you off just for a men
Then come back “I miss you, we gotta hang”
And you take her back cuz 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 starting to feel one
Three shots got me missing someone I don’t want
Four shots got me talking about this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy, got me spitting poems
Six shots got me asking where this b#tch is from
Seven shots I’m texting all my exes phones
Eight shots and I don’t think I’m going home
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