Trouble Lyrics

You a badd motherfucker and you know that shit

You a freak in the sheets because you love this dick

In ya birthday suit girl I love that fit

Robe and lingerie girl I love that pic

I don’t throw around tittles but you’re my chick and

If I ever found a baddie then we both gone hit

If we ever hit a bank fifty fifty the split shit

Bonnie and Clyde ain’t got shit on this I told you

First time I hit I ain’t gone miss

I ain’t gone lie I was surprised how you handled the length

It’s like you’re my bottom bitch and I ain’t even a pimp

Independent black queen not asking for shit

Independent black king getting tired of the tricks

Put those two together it’s a powerful mixed

I’m tryna keep this thing going is you down with the shit

But I gotta tell you from the start trouble coming with this I’m saying

Flick it up flick it up you be loving the pictures

To keep it G shorty harder than a lot of you niggaz

I know you probably would think that i’m fuckin these bitches

So that comes with mood swings and a unfinished sentence

You keep saying I can leave but I’m still here wit ya

There’s nothing up sleeve slight of the hand yo figure

I can give you space to breathe just know that I’m gone miss ya

But if you put ya faith in me watch this shit get bigger

When you trip I Embellish it

If a nigga didn’t care then this song would be irrelevant

All that Melanin Five seven heaven sent Cherries or a melon scent

Would you love me if I didn’t have a cent

Tables turn let it burn who fell in love quicker lesson learned

Why fight something you would yearn

I apologies, I hate to see you cry

You must got me hypnotized or am I really out my mind