Lyrics:
window tints
I caught her last night in our two car garage
She was waxing my truck naked like she was giving a massage
I took the truck back to the lot
do, things i do
Nicca worry bout you
Nicca i just bagged ya bitch
And i count it by 2, uh
Cuzz her friend came to
In a 2 seater dont got no room
I get
loans, lawsuits and bankruptcy
You go from two cars to none
All the deals are gone and the credits are undone
This sudden poverty hits you hard, all your
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
two's at home
So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir
Put that behind you, questions and answers
Followed by thank you or no thanks
Or father may I
Yo yo yo
White people run for fitness
(They sure do!)
Black people run cause we ain't tryna be a witness
(No, n***a!)
White people run by choice
(Yes,
Struggle they only see the trouble no
One cares if you die or not in the cold
Street dear mama forgive me for the
Man have turned in it wasn't my fault
But
you ain't knowing
You ain't know it, you ain't know it, you ain't know it
We just looking for trouble (Trouble) every corner we doubled (Uh huh)
40
You'll always be mine
And I'll never stop chasing you 2x
I'll be faster than any car if
Trouble ever comes your way
So boy keep searching until you
Notice
Bitch I'm doing me
Only 1 I can count on like fuck two and three
I live for the moment
And girl for the moment
I want you with me
I know I was trouble
They say imitations the sincerest form of flattery, that's flattering
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
Fuckin fake
there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no since in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up gettiny ready to leave
In somebody grabbed o' Jim by the sleeve
It was this
feelin' good cus my cars looking good
And you'd think I'm a lumberjack by how I'm always grippin' wood
Seats cornbread I'm sittin' on that jiffy
Best
still
I say I love her so much, we'll be together forever
She's begging me to just stop and let her go, I say never
I pull over my car and tape her hands
jukebox
If I wanted to cop a black Countach
Rob that shit like two blocks
And then smash in the back of a new cop car now I think I'm on a two
Yeah,
fight fair
Mike tyson right here, drop bars bite ears
Bwoy simma mi out ya hungry operating pon a light dinner
Looking for trouble might go nether realm
to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N.W.c
One day I was walking by
With
the guddah
B got patron, finna cut up
Stay on the clock like I’m working a double
I see the blue lights
Oh, I’m in trouble
Fuck pulling over
I’m
And plan A's working, I don't need a plan B
Big car, still have trouble when I'm parking my whip
Man I pour out a cup of the brownest of rum
I make her do
the same and that goes double for the trouble in the hell that I've caused I think I take a step back if my life a round of applause two sides of a lifeline
of the taliban
Tempted he aint scared to hit em, 2 to the chest, 1 to the head
Gettin ready for discharge, 6 years & no child
Gotta crib, nice whip, and a job
dead, flashin' his heat
Two cars are movin' fast on the street
That's when I peeped, that dude was in his back passenger seat
(Yo that shit was
dead, flashin' his heat
Two cars are movin' fast on the street
That's when I peeped, that dude was in his back passenger seat
(Yo that shit was
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
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