Lyrics:
Born and raised
Southside of LA
What’s the deal though
Mesmerized by the gangs
What’s the deal foe
1:00AM Western and Fig
What’s the deal hoe
Ten
a little tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Sooner or later this
a little tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Sooner or later this
true
And everybody told me, boy, she'll be the death of you
They said she's trouble, trouble with a capital T
Yeah, she's trouble; that's all she'll
The trouble boys came in
I guessed they'd been out fightin’ and ravin'
It wasn't long before they moved
In and picked up the girls we brought
a nigga happy
Live life fuego (Hot)
Pop a pill and talk to Scotty like Fabo
(Percs) ride around my city, I see halos
Drop a hater with them knots, case
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
Being touched by a man
That keeps saying you'll be mine
You, you, you
Sweet soul of the dark
Baby, baby you are trouble
Trouble chaser
You keep lowering
You all cap lil nigga you not on that shit
Sliding in the whip it don't got no tint
I was up 33 This is no Scotty
2 hoes wit me they callin me Lou
From the first time I saw you little lady
(Little lady)
I thought you was an angel didn't see it
(Didn't see it)
Trap by your looks girl you got me
Listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just
to God, one day that I'ma wife her
We alright girl, you're my fire
Cause I swear with you my future's looking brighter
Shawty got me whippin', I might have
rhymes,say it's weak
But in your mind you're sayin' "wow"
Tell people I'm ugly and I got big lips
But as I walk by your girl
She want to ride king's
green/
Nobody knows the grind and the hustle/
Paparazzi watching me ain't a thing stopping me (Trouble)/
Wooo ugh all these girls crowding round me yea I'm
There's just one thing that I wanna say'
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I drove her to her house and dropped her by her
Listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
and trouble, oh
This I know, baby, this I know, sugar
Girl, ain't gon' let it sweat me, babe
Got me singin', yeah, yeah
Woo
Come up hard, baby, I had
listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
but girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
so next time a girl gives you the play
just remember
them cry
Raisin' double trouble every time we pass them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You
them cry
Raisin' double trouble every time we pass them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
tune
To be pleased in quiet
Said: just see me through the world
Forget you the trouble
We'll slide it into the sand
Down with the trouble
My girl
Strip
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but
.jpg/216px-ScottyMcCreery2020_(cropped).jpg "Scotty McCreery")
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