Lyrics:
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
his stuff
Trouble with him, he's been too rough
Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues
Two old maids a-sitting in the sand
Each one wishing
stiff
Trouble with him he's been too rough
Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
Two old maids a-sitting in the sand
Each one wishing that
I'm gonna face trouble with a smile
And hope they pass me by
I smell trouble
Lord, I smell trouble way up there ahead of me
Yes, worries and trouble
I'm gonna face trouble with a smile
And hope they pass me by
I smell trouble
Lord, I smell trouble way up there ahead of me
Yes, worries and trouble
to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so flashy clean
Smells like trouble to me
Opposites
to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so flashy clean
Smells like trouble to me
Opposites
seem like trouble to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so fresh and clean
Smells like
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
seem like trouble to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so fresh and clean
Smells like
I'm gonna face trouble with a smile
And hope they pass me by
I smell trouble
Lord, I smell trouble way up there ahead of me
Yes, worries and trouble
Get at me baby come at me baby
You try to hide by your kind
Shey you don see this type of life
How long do you think it could last
Get at me baby
I
I'm a pro down at the Bubble
I teach tennis for my pay
I don't mean your board much trouble
But may I join this game of doubles
Can I play if I can
just won't let me be
And from now on
I will not run and hide
I'll face trouble with a smile
And hope it pass me by
'Cause I smell a mean trouble
City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you'll get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble
Yeah, yeah, C
In the penthouse with my boy Snow
Picked up by my bootstraps
Now I'm rich and I'm selling like bricks at my shows yo
Hash-Browns irrelevant getting
'm stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I
praying
Brown eyes, big lips, come and swing my way
Self made
Neck smell like number 5, and your hair 4A
Tell your mum I said Mtoto wako ni Malkia
I got
smell like pickles
She don't wanna shower, that just filthy House smell like pig pen off Charlie Brown
She smell like pig pen off Charlie Brown Dust cloud
they just won't let me be
And from now on
I will not run and hide
I'll face trouble with a smile
And hope it pass me by
'Cause I smell a mean
theres a creepy person.
Back in school.. back in the day... which, by the way,
I dont know if you know this, was a Wednesday.
Thats a little fun fact.
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