GINUWINE

GINUWINE - Trouble (Remix) lyrics

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Girl it's gone b trouble if u keep lookin at me

I got a box of magnums let let let me see u throw it back

See my labagini dat cost 260 stackz kick ya feet up n relax

I kiss you on ya neck n bacck sexy ass she wanna b

Especially wen she dressed in black

Drop it low den bring back up to the top I'm feelin dat

Nobody can holla at ha hurricane b whippin dat

Give it to ha like she neva had befo datz a fact

Sexy thick pretty yea she p.h.a.t. phat

Pretty high and tempted I think I'm a take a bite of dat

I want u to sit in my lap n tell me yo favorite position

N the shower from the back or standin up in the kitchen

Put yo hand on the stove while I make ya body moan

Listenin to our favorite song while we get our freak on

Do it like a professional girl u didn't win dat

It's the remix hurricane n ginuwine back

It's gon be Trouble, Trouble

If she don't stop dancing on me like that

The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying

It's gon be Trouble Trouble

If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her

To grind on grind on,

Trouble, Trouble

If she don't stop dancing on me like that

The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying

It's gon be Trouble Trouble

If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her

To grind on grind on

Big trouble girl helfa

On the rule ain't nun

If it was I would of broke it girl yo ass in danga

I'm loaded like my hand gun v.I.p. we dancin

U got a man den y u here go tell yo boyfriend spend sum

Hair rockin legs spancer but I'm not hiz friend ma

I'm gucci mane the trouble maker oh datz who u scared of

Call me wen u fed up I'm a feel ya head up

No need to filth up I let u wet the bed up

Yep hit the elevator den come to the third floor

I fuck u in my theatha I'll snatch u on the third flo

N wen I'm n yo town come to my show it b tranovo

U bring yo hoe she left wid me n not u cause it's travillare

It's gon be Trouble, Trouble

If she don't stop dancing on me like that

The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying

It's gon be Trouble Trouble

If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her

To grind on grind on,

Trouble, Trouble

If she don't stop dancing on me like that

The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying

It's gon be Trouble Trouble

If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her

To grind on grind on

Trouble trouble trouble oheeeeeee it's gone b trouble

Baby standin 5'7 hooted like a bubble

Now she that cuicey dosee gabana

Prada shoes walkin u freaky like ladonna

Bag it up n dump it on me like I am a dumpster

Stupid ice game n yo boyfriend a buster

3 diamond chains on lookin like mustard

Come an ride this pony n ull fine dat it's comfotable

Baby I got dem rollas diamond like water

Give yo ass the world but u ridin out that honda

Girl u kno I'm jokin my pockets like a humma

Young juice man n I'm rainin like thunda

It's gon be Trouble, Trouble

If she don't stop dancing on me like that

The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying

It's gon be Trouble Trouble

If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her

To grind on grind on,

Trouble, Trouble

If she don't stop dancing on me like that

The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying

It's gon be Trouble Trouble

If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her

To grind on grind on

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