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letra de edgewood - trouble

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[intro]
jacob and the big god brazy
atl jacob
that boy c-ss

[chorus: trouble]
off of edgewood lil’ b-tch i know you heard of that
not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
i go straight off cross your top like doin’ hurdles jack
flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
d-mn that bih say where you come, burbs
hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin’
you don’t f-ck with me i’m on, must be hurtin’

[verse 1: trouble]
you don’t f-ck with me i’m on
gotta be real broke, i put these streets on my back forreal
i gave em real hope
sh-t that you serve on the block ain’t real
it ain’t even real dope
i thought you’d be a real n-gga yeah
i gotta keep it real wit ya
summer time posted in the villa
wit some real n-ggas gettin’ millions
while you n-ggas caught up in ya feelings (too much)
big boy chillin’ be gettin’
i’ma turn a hundred to a mill
just like i did when stuck in the county
all the whips gettin’ mounted (wet)
b-tch drownin’
break that sh-t down into ounces
i’m f-ckin’ wit all the lil bouncers
necklace fountain
next b-tch bounce that
you ain’t really wit the sh-t
i can do movin’ s-x on my d-ck
it’s up to you to bet against the kid
forty five hundred on my fit, bet

[chorus: trouble]
off of edgewood lil’ b-tch i know you heard of that
not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
i go straight off cross your top like doin’ hurdles jack
flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
d-mn that bih say where you come, burbs
hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin’
you don’t f-ck with me i’m on, must be hurtin’

[verse 2: alley boy]
mobb sh-t mobb sh-t, pullin’ up poppin’ like opp sh-t
edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin’ in apartments
zone 6 spendin’ sh-t, real bricks n-gga like gangland
real bloods, real crips, real g’s, mobb on the same plan
first 48 call us stick to callin’ n-ggas bringing names up
streets caught a n-gga internet stalkin’ instead of wanna be famous
where i’m from, we ain’t never had sh-t
so how could you blame us
from a hood you’ll be foreign b-tch
and made you a lame to us
pull up bustin’ different n-ggas in ya hood
they’re all the same to us
pop a wig n-gga betta get ya kids
ya’ll the same to us
2-11 we could make a 187
it’s all the same to us
edgewood 800 bbs
it’s all the same to us

[chorus: trouble]
off of edgewood lil’ b-tch i know you heard of that
not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
i go straight off cross your top like doin’ hurdles jack
flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
d-mn that bih say where you come, burbs
hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin’
you don’t f-ck with me i’m on, must be hurtin’

- trouble

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