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Trouble

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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(Big Papito)

Hey
No strings attached, m'kay 
Chanel put on yo frames and on yo back, m'kay 
M'kay don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face (yeah)
Don't look like that when you be asking me bout racks, m'kay 
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, yeah)
Brand new whip, with old money like my cougar (uh huh, yeah)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat is that Medusa? (uh huh, yeah)
These niggas ain't real and I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh, bitch)

I f*ck with King and Dill for real, so free Bibby (free Bibby)
I was getting some Lip Service just like GiGi (just like Gigi, yeah)
I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (had like three, yeah)
Talking bout the same time, my future Bright no TV (this ain't tv, yeah)
Get off my dick bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I think I gotta pee one time)
I had a shootout, who pick the youngings up?
That was Neek Neek (got a real bitch, one time)
Keep gettin this paper
I don't want ya talking bout free me
But a nigga tried damn, guess you just got to free me

If I'm hoppin outside of a Phantom
40, inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me keep on dancing
Trappin' outside of Atlanta (trap)
Send my lil bitch to go grab it(trap)
Gettin' to the money a habit (sheesh)
She be ocean wet she the Atlantic 
Got another hoe stuck on the campus (woo)
She be mixing her drink with the addy 
She be like Trouble come back with my panties, wait
I just want the paper baby swear I'm not a fan of that
'Cause then you gone want shit free
And I gotta get my cheese
It's different if you was my bish
I'ma bless you, yes indeed (baby, you know I got bless you)

Hey
No strings attached, m'kay (m'kay)
Chanel put on yo frames and on yo back, m'kay (m'kay)
M'kay don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face (yeah)
Don't look like that when you be asking me bout racks, m'kay 
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, yeah)
Brand new whip, with old money like my cougar (uh huh, yeah)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat is that Medusa? (uh huh, yeah)
These niggas ain't real and I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh, bitch)

This plain Jane on my wrist a Hell Cat okay (skrr)
Gas Kenmore Stove, pass me that Old Bay (damn)
Rolls Truck on C's old J (haha)
If you ain't get no paper you ain't got no say (yeah)
On the sidelines nigga 'cause we not gon' play (naw)
We stand up guys 'cause we not gon' lay (woo)
A bunch of S Curl niggas how we not gon' spray (boom)
Yeah we saw who did it but we not gon' say (yeah)
Hoppin' up out of out of the Don (hey)
Boxes of Louis Vuitton (hey)
I put the ground on the map (hey)
That why they call me the Don (hey)
I put the light on the streets (hey)
That why they call me the GOAT (GOAT)
If it's a hustler parade (hey)
They gotta make me a float (let's go)
Tell them I said it I meant it and I quote it
Put the city on the map and you know it
Seven days out of the week wear black (uh)
Seven days out of the week stay strapped (strapped)
Top down ridin' down Old Nat (Nat)
Brave game big clip fall back (uh)
First mill I made that on rap (naw)
Put the trap on the map no cap

Hey
No strings attached, m'kay (yeah)
Chanel put on yo frames and on yo back, m'kay (haha)
M'kay don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face (yeah, what's up?)
Don't look like that when you be asking me bout racks, m'kay 
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (scooter)
Brand new whip, with old money like my cougar (cougar)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat is that Medusa? (haha)
These niggas ain't real and I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (ayy)

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Written by: Mariel Orr, Jay Jenkins

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