Top Songs By Trouble
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Trouble
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marquel Middlebrooks
Songwriter:in
A. Hogan
Songwriter:in
Mariel Orr
Songwriter:in
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike WiLL Made-It
Produzent:in
Marz
Produzent:in
Pluss
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck the other side, man
**** ain't tryna do nothing about no nothing, man
Get some money, yeah
[Verse 2]
Don't expect you to keep it a hunnid
I'm knowin' a hunnid ain't you
Yo, these **** they gon' hate on everything
They ain't got nothing else to do
These youngins, they hungry, help us keep the bag
We runnin' up, true
How could you blame it?
It's all I done seen runnin' round wit' my krew
[Verse 3]
I rock wit' lil' buddy, you solid on top of your attitude
I jump out there wit' you
How 'bout you show me a lil' bit of gratitude?
Talkin' 'bout this ****, Solo, we were buddies
Never heard of Duke
Shame on your gang, use another man name, boy
That never been cool
Shame on your name, use another man name
Tryna get you some pussy
Oh, okay, go on, push the button on that pussy
I can never trust a bitch, I get money, I view what she do
You can never trust a boy tryna live your life better than you
You good in your position, bitch
And your competition on you, too
Keep the sucka shit there
I'ma take another route
Keep them squares out your circle
Rock right 'cause it'll hurt you
Yeah, I hear your woman blowin' OG
Allergic to midget and purple
Free my big bro, they tryna hit dawg wit' some bullshit few murders
Bunch of boys outchea workin', what you know for certain?
Kick it private on the island, no, my man, it wasn't no virgin
I don't know any of those, but I know plenty of boys tryna work
[Verse 4]
Don't expect you to keep it a hunnid
I'm knowin' a hunnid ain't you
These ****, they gon' hate on everything
They ain't got nothing else to do
These youngins, they hungry, help us keep the bag
We runnin' up, true
How could you blame it?
It's all I done seen runnin' round wit' my krew
[Verse 5]
Don't expect you to keep it a hunnid
I'm knowin' a hunnid ain't you
Yeah, these ****, they gon' hate on everything
They ain't got nothing else to do
These youngins, they hungry, help us keep the bag
We runnin' up, true
How could you blame it?
It's all I done seen runnin' round wit' my krew
[Verse 6]
You can't even understand the shit **** dealin' wit'
Time afta time afta time everybody feel you owe 'em something
Won't give a shit
I don't give a fuck 'bout no ****, think 'bout no more
Like if you mad 'cause I hit a bitch
Or maybe because I been grindin', you sit on your ass
I'ma go and get me some chips
You can't even understand the shit **** dealin' wit'
Time afta time afta time everybody feel you owe them something
Won't give a shit
I don't give a fuck 'bout no ****, think 'bout no more
Like if you mad 'cause I hit a bitch
Or maybe because I been grindin', you sit on your ass
I'ma go and get me some chips
[Verse 7]
So many love me, guess somebody gotta go hate, too
Man, I can't rock wit' these ****
Show love in your face, turn your back, they gon' hate, too
I just went copped me a foreign
Can't wait to come through, go and shit on a ****
Dawg, I cannot take your ho serious
So I just stick to my issue
[Verse 8]
Baby, your baby daddy soft as tissue, that **** asked me for a picture
Head good, no wonder you love her, I'm just not that type of ****
Won't say no name, never, ever, ever ask for whoever interrogatin'
Always there, kept that shit silent, no foldin', no tradin'
It ain't no debatin'
My ho say old buddy wanna trade places
They always want who gettin' cake and cakin'
Took a hit, I got right, Peyton
Need a lick, I got like, patience
Veli Sosa like you a machine
OGs like dawg you a Rasta
Fuck 12, bright light on a cop car
Thug life, it's Zone 6, we them
We gettin' money, bitch, we not them
[Verse 9]
You can't even understand the shit **** dealin' wit'
Time afta time afta time everybody feel you owe 'em something
Won't give a shit
I don't give a fuck 'bout no ****, think 'bout no more
Like if you mad 'cause I hit a bitch
Or maybe because I been grindin', you sit on your ass
I'ma go and get me some chips
[Verse 10]
You can't even understand the shit **** dealin' wit'
Time afta time afta time everybody feel you owe 'em something
Won't give a shit
I don't give a fuck 'bout no ****, think 'bout no more
Like if you mad 'cause I hit a bitch
Or maybe because I been grindin', you sit on your ass
I'ma go and get me some chips
Written by: A. Hogan, Marquel Middlebrooks, Mike WiLL Made-It, Trouble