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tables - too $hort lyrics

[intro: too $hort]
tables (drumma boy)
tables (tables), tables, tables, tables (tables)
tables (tables), tables (tables), tables
y’all ain’t got no more tables? (bottle service!)

[verse 1: too $hort & snoop dogg]
sup snoop? where you goin’ $hort?
i’ma hit like six clubs tonight
i’ma get a b-tch, she gon’ get a b-tch
get another b-tch, we gon’ f-ck tonight
($hort, can i roll?) your square -ss don’t know what it’s like
a spanish b-tch, an asian b-tch
the other white, i love my life
hooked on the party, i can’t go home
got two b-tches on my phone saying they both on
b-tch i’m gone ho, we gon’ have to f-ck another night
i’m at the strip club high as a kite
i told the b-tch she the love of my life
yeah right, psyche!
just wanted some head before the flight
goin’ to vegas on the way to the fight
i can’t make that b-tch my wife
ask hef, “who was his biggest compet-tion?”
for the last twenty years i been f-cking all his b-tches

[chorus: too $hort]
i walked in, got a table at the strip club
i walked in, got a table at the night club
i walked in, got a table at the strip club
i walked in, got a table at the night club
tables (tables), tables (tables), tables, tables, tables (tables)
tables (tables), tables (tables), tables (bottle service!)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
(yeah, 2 chainz)
i say i’m on the level (on the level)
just bought another bezel (just bought another bezel)
put it in the paint shop (put it in the paint shop)
now that b-tch yellow (now that b-tch yellow)
i be flying out to cali just to duck and dodge raindrops
f-ck with me, you need your thang c-cked
n-gga know my old studio where i rapped and trapped out the same spot
i do kush, yup, y’all n-ggas trippin’ (trippin’)
watch how i move through the city (city)
brand new .357 (yeah)
nose on it longer than pickles (tell ’em)
and yeah i know where the yay at (uh)
never put it where you stay at (nah)
and you gon’ need some cdls just to drive this motherf-ckin’ maybach (yeah)
started on the motherf-ckin’ block, stand on the corner with a streetlight and a glock
when i walked in the party, i walked in the party with a bad b-tch from the south
2 chainz with a z, ho (ho)
your baby daddy is a zero (‘ro)
and she know what time it is
i told her “mind her biz,” left a ho like tebow

[verse 3: snoop dogg]
ten hoes, one pimp
mastermind, m-n-script
add that sh-t up and hit ’til i hit up
and don’t say sh-t, let my other b-tch get up
shoot ’til i shot up with bill gates daughter
better act like that- na-na-not a
say a word, ayy, a word
my b-tches fly like they a bird
under my wing with one of my things
always shine like one of my rings
profile, strobe light
i’ma knock like six hoes tonight
so young, so tight
so rich, so white
that’s my lil tramp i’m f-cking with
i am the one got her sucking d-ck
knock a new b-tch like dolemite
p-ss my blunt, don’t hold it light
get that d-ck, it’s on tonight
spit that sh-t when i’m on the mic
cl!ck-clack, tic-tac-toe
big mack, pimp that ho
real talk, spit that flow
pay a pimp, i gotta get that dough

[chorus: too $hort]
i walked in, got a table at the strip club
i walked in, got a table at the night club
i walked in, got a table at the strip club
i walked in, got a table at the night club
tables (tables, n-gga), tables (tables), tables, tables, tables (tables)
tables (tables), tables (tables), tables (tables)
y’all ain’t got no more tables? (bottle service!)
(bottle service! bottle service! bottle service!)

- too hort lyrics

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