Lyrics:
troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
And say hello to her good timin' man
out of 89
We headed back, you had a baby by Ron
But that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones
Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
will have the fun we have by half
Cause what I want is what I need
And what I need to keep your love from going to seed
Is very simple, hardly worth
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
on the fine line
There's a fine line
Between taking bread with a lost man
And being consumed by his way
While reaching out in love
Temptation's right
famous, be my groupie
Feel free to moan, boy, I don't have roomies
On my juicy pussy that man is dependent
I'm Judge Judy and you're the defendant
... Don't
yes, he can
move on now, he can move on to the Hunt Photograph. He's off,
Gervaise is there and Oliver's still at the back having trouble with
a drinker
If you in trouble
Just know God is on the way
Planting flowers in the garden everyday
Working hard so its hard to get a break
Man problems hard
mind like Judy do it
But I ain't hear to judge
I just wanna fudge out vanilla talk
Ima thriller by the way I moon walk
Who y'all coons for
Used up like
troubles are unknown
But you will know what they are
By the time you have grown
'Cause life is not all happy
A bowl of peaches and cream
'Cause life can get
the drama (yeah)
I been on the grind, makin' all the commas (yeah)
Then I got sued by my baby mama
I'm tryna find the time, show up at the court case
Man
nine incase niggas get out of line
And heaven knows that I tried to change
But in the mist of trying to be a better man
Trouble is all I can seem
on the dinner plate
(Haha yeah)
Like I said, man, you
Bitch-niggas in trouble
Man know what I mean? You
Bitch made niggas in
Trouble, man i see through you
Daddy left when I was eleven
And I told my self never give up
Man I get it by God grace
Trouble trouble everyday
And you people can't change
Kill a nigga,
the new papi
We know who is who from who is not talking
Owee owee
Almost got killed at a Ruby Tuesday
Homie told 'em chill, put away ya lil' uzi
Bad
of thirty-eight slugs
Some other niggaz stepped out y'all
Aww shit, I had to make a phone call
Hello?
Hay Jay
Whassup?
I'm in a little trouble man
the weed up in the duffle
Need the money by the bundle
Woah trouble
Twenty niggas in the shuttle
When you see us know it's trouble
Bouncing right back like
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
and somebody to spar
GAyle never like me but she know she my ma
Aunt Judy know she my auntie by bond
My city done changed from the country so far
It used to be
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away- we'll do it.
Why sit around, resugned?
Trouble is, son,
The farther you run,
The more you feel undefined
For
you in trouble, I suppose
But all you ever do is run away
Turned up the motor into hyper-drive
I wasn't gonna take any of that
Don't get bright ideas
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