Lyrics:
Migos, wha? Go Ride in the road man I get my serve on,
Know is on trouble, call me mister serve on
Talking on a cell phone real, real hook
are healed by the sea
That got me goin'
Without even knowin'
I packed right up and drove down
Now I'm on a roll
And I swear to my soul
Tonight I'm
fruity
Kinda been feeling like my life's a movie
Surrounded by money, nice cars, and booties
Judies love that so they wanna do me
Hitting from the back got
from done, like Judy they all gon judge.
God damn, from the bottom the riches, man I promise they ain’t want no problem with this
Cos you can catch me
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
In the air, in the tek, all i see is jealousy
Ar-15 singing yeah i call my choppa Jodeci
Stanking bitches jody
Judys on me like a rosary
Stay with them
dancing with the devil
Death is one hell of a price
I then came up from the struggle
Made my way through trouble
Sacrificed to old me
You don't like it?
don't know is how he makes me feel
You say that he creeps
Always runnin' the streets
He's playin the game
And he'll never love me
You say that he's fake
take a label, you see
Woah now, slow down, Joe Brown, Judge Judy
Take your top off if you not a cop off duty
I-I-I'm a wanted man, I'm a wanted man
I
NEXT THING YOU KNIOW YOU'RE RUNNIN' FOR YOUR LIFE FOR TEN LONG YEARS OF TROUBLE AND STRIFE
WELL I ONCE HAD A MAN HE WAS TALL AND LEAN
TREATED ME LIKE
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Ay, what a bam bam
To what a bam bam
This woman never trouble no one
I'm a lady, I'm not a man
MC is my ambition
I come
call a hit and run
Get it right back, what I might have done
Killed a man, my fingerprints on the gun
Still I can’t, stop shooting at his lungs
Bitch
of the house and have no fears
Now I'm not trying to be a old blues man
Just tired of sitting around and want to dance
We've got a job to do for a long long
Living my life
By the day to day basic
That shit crazy
I Ain’t even like School
But i didn’t even drop out
fuck playing games
What is cop out
I got
care
And it's cliché
Endin' up just like Judy Garland
Listen up, darlin'.
If this is how it's going to be
You can not go back
You can not go back
You can
We didn't come here to look for trouble,
We just came here to do
The Super Bowl Shuffle.
Willie Gault
This is Speedy Willie, and I'm world
haters
Na my lane I dey
I nor dey find their trouble
Oluwa bless my hustle
E nor go bad if I be bossu
Gimme double oh oh oh
Na my lane I dey
I nor dey
shall be your bride
Wrap your troubles in dreams
Send them all away
Put them in a bottle
And across the seas they'll stay
Purple is to yellow
poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deservin' it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna
What have I gone and done
Makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deservin' it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
is all you wanna see!
Mirror man, no one could love you
Better than a mirror can, no
Mirror man, I'll make it easier
For you to understand, oh
When we began, you could be so shy
But by the end, you became a different guy
And so I thought your eyes were fixed on me
But now I know, yourself is
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
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