Chris Webby - Trouble lyrics

rate me

Yeahhh, Webster!

There's about to be some mother fucking trouble

When I'm stepping out the huddle

Got these bitches shaking it like they doing the truffle shuffle

All the dudes up in the spot steady bobbin’ their head

Hanging on to every fucking syllable that I said

Got a double shot of whiskey on ice, Tara Lipinski

But fuck, I’ve been drinking so much that shit'll barely hit me

Pop a zanny and go 0-60 until I'm blacking out

Wake up in jail and call my cousin Vinny

I'm a skinny ginny, tattoos on my skin?Shit, I got plenty

Brain cells in my head? I'm missing many

I've lost it already, if you coming at Webby

You better come correct , that shit it’s right of his head B

Do them like Marie Antoinette, when I slam the set

A handsome vet, that's why your girls pants are wet

My competition ain’t gonna even have a chance to sweat

Cause now I'm on, and their plans are wrecked!

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

there's about to be trouble,

Homie that's a fact

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble

You can count on that

I'm cold as Mr. Frosty, icicles be falling off me

Flowin' potent as the poison that they slipped to king Jeoffrey

Wake up and get to work until my cereal is soggy

Cause I’m ,out of my hustle got these haters so salty

Got the sodium levels up through the roof

You'd think they were drinking ocean water , really to tell you the truth!

I've fucking had it with these kids who criticize what I do

Come and see me, you'll end up on the sole of my shoe

Cause see at first I was a ... , but I got better with practice

Now I'm only fucking chicks that look like Jessica Ravish

Shit I've been crazy since I first opened the medicine cabinet

Experimented now I got a hell of a habit

Yo I'm kidding I exaggerate the truth cause

Mom if you're listening I swear I don't do drugs

I had my fingers crossed, homie pass the weed

And if you want trouble follow me

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

there's about to be trouble,

Homie that's a fact

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble

You can count on that

Baby I'm a trouble maker

That's just always how it's been, I’mma be one to the end

Tell them baby I'm a trouble maker

That's just what I am, don't make me say it again

I've been insane in the head!

Since I played in a pen

Now i'm on the mic see yo the game has began

All my enemies they started shakin' and ran

Fuck it ill just let them marinate in the pan

Yeah, you know I'm about to eat these mother fuckers with a fork and a spoon

One with the force you can feel it when I walk in the room

I'm coming out the temple of doom

So dirty I need to be swept with a broom

My foots up on the peddle and vroom!

The quarterback, yeah of course I'm back

Homie and it's more than rap

Shit I'm so sharp the microphone's got a sword attached

Hey you ...of broadsyou better be heading where the dolphins at

Better bring your motherfucking snorkel mask

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

there's about to be trouble,

Homie that's a fact

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble,

There's about to be trouble

You can count on that