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lirik lagu trouble – dj quik


“trouble”
(feat. amg)

[dj quik]
i’m not ya one hit wonder
and when you see me on the streets in a black jeep
know i got the heat up under
not up under the seat, up under my cheek
like so close to me that when i move it squeaks
i ain’t no big buff dude i’m a rap singer
i exercise one muscle that’s my strap finger
and i can’t call it how i see it no more
’cause these n*gg*s’ll take ya words back and twist em’ like a pretzel
and these b*tches be the same too
comin’ with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you
and that’s exactly what the game do
and if you ever get caught dirty with a n*gg* she gon’ blame you
so what in the h*ll you want to floss her for?
it’s supposed to be bout’ what a baller n*gg* cost that ho (yeah)
you givin’ a game of black eye in ya s-5
while you n*gg*s kick back poppin’ x you let that cuz’ dry
and that b*tch supposed to carry her own car note (c’mon, yep)
and don’t be going for that sh*t “i got a sore throat” (yeah)
give that b*tch a couple of sucrets (mmm hmm)
or give that that ho that application down on vernon to that duplex (see ya)

[chorus: amg]
when i b*mp on this trouble
n*gg*s gettin’ big money on the double
fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
gettin’ rich b*tch is the only concern

when i b*mp on this trouble
n*gg*s gettin’ big money on the double
fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
gettin’ rich b*tch is the only concern
the only concern

[amg]
b*tch you get f*cked, can’t suck
but you want a n*gg* with a million bucks
a 5-double-0 and a rover truck
i bend ’em all over ’til i know they stuck
want to tell your friends that you f*cked with a
but how many d*cks did ya suck today?
do we play ball? do we move that weight?
all i got for a motherf*ckin ho is hate
b*tch want to get drunk and high
point that booty on to the sky
square *ss b*tch go bake a pie
get a tattoo of a d*ck in ya eye
want to be flied call continental (b*tch)
the benz ain’t a rental
sippin’ on sh*t that ya can’t pr*nounce
ho quit staring at my bank account

[chorus: amg]
when i b*mp on this trouble
n*gg*s gettin’ big money on the double
fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
gettin’ rich b*tch is the only concern

[dj quik]
i’m the bomb b*tch, i’m seizing
p the reason you know
’cause pimpin’ll have you seeing me with a bad *ss ho
legendary my name
secondary you came
and you won’t see me stop making hits ’till i walk with a cane
still 5’11”, 6 feet with shoes
compton, og n*gg* givin’ n*gg*s the blues
etched in stone, makin’ yo b*tch fetch the bone
i’m calling the cops punk motherf*ckers catch the phone
the walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above
nightstick up yo *ss ’til we all see blood
f*ck ya, i’m a cop too (what?)
i’m a cop me a kilo of yay
and try to get it crackin’ like it’s ’82 (ahh yeah)
with monte carlos and european firms cop them el co’s on that gold lace
dippin’ round the whole place (whole place)
f*ck a 6-pack n*gg* cop the whole case (whole case)
and when them marks come n*gg* crack they whole face
the way my glock c*ck keep a n*gg*s full
got him spittin’ like that pitcher from the kc royals
socked the p.d., haters r.i.p.
very sincerely yours
quik n*gg* please

[chorus: amg]
when i b*mp on this trouble
n*gg*s gettin’ big money on the double
fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
gettin’ rich b*tch is the only concern

when i b*mp on this trouble
n*gg*s gettin’ big money on the double
fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
gettin’ rich b*tch is the only concern
the only concern

when i b*mp on this trouble
n*gg*s gettin’ big money on the double
fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
gettin’ rich b*tch is the only concern

ahh


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