Trouble
[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
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