letra de looking for trouble (feat. rayre) - pakman

(intro)

-laugh-
this some different typa sh-t right here bro
you know, mothaf-ckas thought we was playin with this sh-t
but we boutta let ’em know wassup with this one right here bruh
you feel me?

(pakman)

any b-tch want smoke don’t tempt me (tempt me)
imma throw these hands like lefty (lefty)
got ray on my side my bestie (bestie)
this cash in stacks its hefty

talkin’ that sh-t but yo bag be empty
tellin’ em lies cuz you don’t impress me
mg on my side, call me tank dempsey
we gon’ make it to the top one day, let them see

uh
b-tch i ain’t playin’ it’s funny
they think that it’s games they ain’t love me
i ain’t worried ’bout them they some dummies
i’m just focused on makin’ that money
diamonds on my neck, they be cold gettin’ runny
i could have her bouncin’ on my d-ck, like a bunny
b-tch i got a .30 in my lap, and its rubbin’
told ’em im the greatest in this sh-t, no discussion

any b-tch want smoke come find it
yeah that ass fat so i clap from behind it
yeah we on perfect timing
take her to the next location, trimet

we ain’t playin with this sh-t, we climbin’
soon they gon’ be lookin for us like jus sign him
we gon’ make it to the top, we shinin’
on the rap beat, we gon slap so rewind it

it’s gon’ get crazy i’m looking for trouble
think you got a chance man that sh-t make me chuckle
don’t know who i can trust that sh-t a struggle
they say sh-t behind you but really it’s subtle
i f-cked with her once but ain’t gon’ do it double
this sh-t goin’ good boy all it took was hustle (hustle, hustle)

(rayre)

run up i’ll leave leave him deceased
know this choppa hit hard like ali
i’m a big dog off the leash
ima bite ima show off my t–th
commas on me
rockets on me
i’m wit my team b-tch i feel like hakeem
run up on me
that boy gon see
how easily i can make a boy bleed
i got a choppa i’m gonna go blast it
i love pretty b-tches that love fashion
said that she want em, so i bought her lashes
and some dior so we always matchin’
talk to me nice why he showin aggression
he talkin down so we teach him a lesson
30 clip on me at all times, uh
yea
send him to heaven

get on the beat i’ma slaughter
he think it’s sweet but the choppa go grraata
say u go hard, but my sh-t go harder
that boy my son, you know i’m his father
flooded my wrist and my neck wit the water

my sh-t go splish
my sh-t go splash

might f-ck around hit your b-tch from the mof-ckin back
breakin her back
bring out the green yea i bring out the racks
bring out the hatchet, we never lackin
if he want smoke then we letting him have it
look at my wrist, it’s gettin cold, if she get cold won’t give her my jacket
boy that’s my sh-t, go get your own, show em a flow, they just gon jack it
don’t want yo hoe
that b-tch she ratchet
pass it
like a pg for the magic

i get the dough
this sh-t a habit
grab it
i’m with my gang wreakin havoc

i get a hit of the gas and i’m flyin i feel like aladdin uh laddin uh
she say she want me
but i cannot cuff on no jasmine uh jasmine uh

(pakman and rayre)

b-tch i am blessed, just work ain’t no rest
i get the money with it im obsessed
(hit him with the right, hit him with the left
start up a fight like ron artest)

you ain’t a problem you ain’t got me stressed
(police come pick him up clean up the mess)

this sh-t a game to me play it like chess
(that boy is a p-wn in my game, must confess)

it don’t make no sense, they don’t act impressed
they hate on my work but f-ck with my finesse
yo diamonds be fake, they don’t even flex
sh-t jus look like they all sad and depressed

(they talking down on my name but i’m chillin ‘cause i’m still making money nevertheless)

still i ain’t trippin’ cuz i’m on a mission and mothaf-cka i just started my quest [quest, quest, quest, quest]

- pakman

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