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Trouble is an American doom metal band noted as one of the pioneers of their genre, alongside bands such as Candlemass and Saint Vitus. The band created a distinct style taking influences of the British heavy metal bands Black Sabbath and Judas Priest, and psychedelic rock of the 1970s. A critically acclaimed group, their first two albums, Psalm 9 and The Skull are cited as landmarks of doom metal, and their early 1990s releases on Def American would take a more stoner metal oriented direction. To date, Trouble has released six studio albums. Although the band never officially broke up, Trouble was plagued by extended inactivity after their original singer Eric Wagner left in 1997. He eventually rejoined in 2000 before leaving again eight years later. more »

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You don't know you don't know
You don't know that boy Cas'
Yeah (Double up)

Fish scale, run it up
Hood rich nigga tryna double up
Lil' nigga bet another hunnid up
Ah, ah, ah, ah tic toc, caution
My bitch gorgeous hot, scorchin'
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Tag, ain't a pussy nigga holdin' me
10 trap phones 'cause the
Bih steady callin' me
Riding through the spot with
My motherfuckin' partners, b
She say she ain't on my
Dick, but yeah, lil' bitch, you 'bout to be
I'm racked up, sacked up
Girl I'm really poppin' off
In and out your daughter's house
I call that the slaughterhouse
Yeah, I piss lean
Dope nigga selling everything
60 piece of crack in my hood
That's the head swipe

Fish scale, run it up (Uh)
Hood rich nigga tryna double up (yeah)
Lil' nigga bеt another hunnid up (Trouble)
Ah, ah, ah, ah (Skrrt) tic toc, caution
My bitch gorgeous (Yеah, yeah)
Hot, scorchin'
Ah, ah, ah, ah (yeah, Big Trouble)

My bitch young hard she like she wasn't born
She ride on the dick, brainstorm
While she ride on that dick, I brainstorm
My bitch solid, yeah, solid as a rock boy
We was up and making hard rock boy
Top floor won't never get boy
Woo, stupid clean
OG gas, see the rest in my jeans
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh lord
Hood rich nigga still runnin' up, eyah
And I got smoke 'fore I run up
Smoke on your buddy, that bitch was puffed
Pussy lil' niggas ain't done enough
Now swerve

Fish scale, run it up (yeah)
Hood rich nigga tryna double up
Lil' nigga bet another hunnid up (Let's go)
Ah, ah, ah, ah tic toc, caution
My bitch gorgeous hot, scorchin'
Ah, ah, ah, ah

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