Lil' Wayne - Trouble - Sözleri

Damn, you've just been hit in the head with a worldwide exclusive.



Play with fire,

you get burned

When the heat was on 

I turned

turned to trouble

trouble



yeah

yeah

c-3

New Orleans Baby

the street called Eagle

and everybodys ill yea

illegal

People steal cars

We steal people

We eat like dogs

but we're still people

and even when your lost

trouble still see you

and even if your dead broke 

we are still equal

one time for the little people

eat your meal 

don't let the meal eat you



[I run to trouble]

your running me crazy with this one

i

run 

with

trouble



And just the other day my nigga chris killed himself

I pray to god that i never feel the way he felt

Where do we go when theres no help

He figured heaven

so he went left

Ya'll know that aint right.

plus he was high as a plane on that same night.

Shit i probably been on that same flight.

Shit I probably had that same fight

I just kept swinging

Twelve rounds come and bells ringing

[i run to trouble, trouble]

introduced to the game when i was just a child

Mama know the drug dealers straight quit her job

He took his life 

and along with him I died

and she died

we died

Then came my daughter to my bedside

told me, "Daddy, don't cry, I'm alive"

I look her in the eyes and see me with no sins

But this is how the note ends



Damn you just been hit the head with a worldwide exclusive

[choose it second over 1]



You know

Just kicking back

[though i look for brighter times]

I am Carter

[i run to trouble]

ya know

[trouble]



The tooley poked out the jeans

The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans

ya nah mean

and everything aint what it seems

ya nah mean

Don't play that game without your team

Kill for my bread

Kill for my g's

Kill for my cream

I will have that red beam on high beam

Now I hear sirens

Wait I think I see one behind me

I aint tripping baby

Money got me

uh

and Fuck the police

Fuck the Feds too

I aint jumping in that jumpsuit

a Blunt too

I'm on my one two

Check me out

I fuck around and check you

Respect Due

Pay yours nigga 

Mines under the seat by my feet

Wheres your nigga

too much whores nigga huh

too much pressure

too much force

too much money

You never heard that before

shit

and we Stop these snitches at the door

cut the tail off the Rat 

He wont Rat no more

whack

no more

Thats right

Get trapped fucking with my cheese

Keep shooting till i burn my sleeve

Nigga please

These boys is G's

Represent New Orleans like a Fleur-de-lis

What you know about it

We more than thieves

Steal fromt the Rich so the poor can eat

Niggas act up

Or niggas act accordinally

Hey soldier don't war with me

You don't throw me










		
			



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