Chamillionaire Ft. J. Cole - Trouble (Lyrics)

Chamillionaire Ft. J. Cole - Trouble (Lyrics)





[Chamillionaire:]
Oooo, girl you look so good it's a shame, a shame
What's your name, ooooo let me get to spittin my game, my game
Playa made

Yea
I'm tryna get a triple double
I score quick tell the coach that I don't need a huddle
Mmm, I'm tryna get up in some trouble
And get it wet enough to leave ya layin in a puddle
High school first time I got suspended
I took off your suspenders then I had your legs suspended
Got caught by the super intenedent
But you already finish he ain't stop what he intended
Yea, when other boys tried to get ya
And they walk up to ya ya tell em get the hell up outta my face,
Cause they lames, and I'm playa made
I hit it for forever if ya ask for it (ask for it)
Put my city on it like my passport
Just live ya life cause they'll tell ya that's short
While I'm scoring points I'm a slap it like a blackboard

[Bei Maejor:]
I told you, not to wear that dress to the club tryna dance up on me
I told you, not to push that thing on me
If you know I want it

[Hook:]
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)

Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make your legs look so sexy
I I I I
I told you
Not to wear them heels that say I'm ready come get me
Ay Ay,

They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)

Go up to my room, you've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
You've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
(Oooh, oooh)

[J. Cole:]
Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin' niggas girlfriends
That's my old bad habit
Here you go, round that
Already know, what I'm staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody better take care of that
And who
Better than, the nigga let 'em in
When your man ain't home, you can let him in
Late night Letterman
I ain't gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell

[Bei Maejor:]
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)

I told you not to stare at me like that when I'm performing
I-I-I-I told you
That's that's gon' make us til the early morning

It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)