Trouble

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ginuwine] It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble [Verse 1: Hurricane Chris] Heard it's gon be trouble, if you keep [?] Yeah I got a box of magnoms, let me see you throw it back See my Lamborgini, that's 2060 stacks [?] get you on your back Sexy as she wanna be, [?] dressed in black Drop it low and bring it back, to the top, I'm killing that Nobody [?] cause Hurricane whippin that Do her like she never had it, [?] Sexy, thick pretty, yeah she [?] [?] think Imma take a bite of that I want you to sit in my lap, and tell me your favorite position In the showеr, from the back, [?] in the kitchen [?] hands on thе stove, while I make your body moan [?] while we get our drink on We do it like a professional, girl, you dealing with [?] It's the remix, Hurricane and Ginuwine back [Chorus: Ginuwine] It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Gucci! Big trouble, girl, have fun Only rule, ain't none If there was, I would've broke it, girl, your ass is danger I'm loaded like my handgun VIP, we dancing Got a man, [?] tell your boyfriend spend some Yeah I like [?] [?] Gucci Mane the trouble man, oh that's who you scared of? Call me when you're fed up Imma fill your head up No need [?] I'll let you wet my bed up Yep, hit the elevator, then go to the [?] I'll fuck you with my [?], I smash you on [?] And when I'm in your town, come to my show [?] trouble [?] and now you [?] solo Gucci! [Chorus: Ginuwine] It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble [Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman] Trouble, trouble, trouble Oo it's gon be trouble Baby standing by herself, [?] like a [?] [?] she like that [?] [?] Prada shoe walking You freaky like Madonna Back it up and dump it on me, like I am a dumpster [?] ice [?], your boyfriend a buster Three diamond chains on, looking like Busta Come and ride this pony, [?] flying [?] Bae I got that gualla, [?] water Give your ass the world, get you right out that Honda Girl you know I'm joking, my pockets like [?] Young Juiceman, and I'm raining like [?] [Chorus: Ginuwine] It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble It's gon be Trouble, trouble, trouble