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letra de ready (remix) - trouble

[verse 1: big bank]
been had it, ain’t bragging
we gettin’ money like meech now
i’m having more power than politics
fifty k!llers in each town
can’t even remember my first b-tch
got turnt out by my first l1ck
man i got all my same partners
i love my n-ggas, i’ll never cross ‘em
whoever shot at bank shouldn’t have did that
i’ma send some shots where your kids at
big bank came out the womb with it
sweep these p-ssies, got my broom ready
just bought a 30 for my 40 hundred round
for my choppers, tell a p-ssy n-gga go’n get ready
strapped up right now, 40 in the booth with me
i ain’t even trusting my engineer
might say ‘voila’, make a n-gga disappear
my granny always told me can’t live by fear
if a n-gga want smoke, this sh-t right here
you really want smoke, this sh-t right here
keep throwing the rocks and hidin’ your hand
n-gga gon’ get your wrist chopped
keep hiding, p-ssy n-gga get your b-tch popped
against all odds, big bank like you 2pac
slime sh-t, triple cross is how the crew rock

[verse 2: young thug]
i get involved so deeply
i can’t even get one of my feet out
boy that sh-t thicker than gator mud
she go to sleep and i creep out
i got them birds and them beaks out
suck on my dog with his leash out
60k to get my t–th out
i got some kush, pull the leaf out
couple bad b-tches, we ready for ‘em
my rolex gold, i’m a leprechaun
that sh-t ain’t right, that b-tch stepping on
got on ice, no pneumonia
came up on the corner
i came up i’m so honoured
another level
70k for the show, check the schedule
hear ‘em f-cked up lil b-tch, what it cost?
least gotta get a hundred p’s
a hundred p’s i got to get ‘em
i’m in the kitchen whipping up the babies
now my n-ggas and my b-tches probably with ’em
nautical boat, riding with these choppers b-tch
balenciaga’s b-tch
i’m allergic to seafood
these little shrimps need to stop it b-tch
yeah n-gga aquafina
and my boy got lots of ninas
all my rolex’s iced out, penguins
make these b-tches suck up all the s-m-ns
we on go, n-gga stop it
swear i’ma hit like stojaković
my n-gga put one in your dome with me
we do it without using phones either
my b-tch so wet like she came off a boat
and these n-ggas know i do genometry
call my bumble, babies squeeze me like sandwiches
put the whole d-ck up in her, she handle it
i’ma take this b-tch as far as it go
f-ck around and you get found with the blow
showed a b-tch a million k like i know
and if she try to take it she got to go

[chorus: trouble]
can’t get involved too deeply
can’t set myself up for letdowns
get on them bars, get sleepy
grab a lil b-tch and go lay her down
can’t even remember my weekend
barely can get up the next day
all i know that i stay getting paid
chain on the floor by my michael j’s
couple lil b-tches was ready
chopper on side of me ready
one in the head, that b-tch ready
did you not think i was ready?
i just told ray this sh-t ready
got to go’n push it on out to the block
got to go’n push it on out to the street
whatever, do it heavy, young n-gga be ready

[verse 3: trouble]
we be like b-tch i gotta get 100 p’s
a hundred p’s, i got to get ‘em
give a f-ck what my n-ggas done did
’cause wrong or right, a n-gga riding with ‘em
24 7, riding with this chopper b-tch
riding with this chopper, yeah
we can afford some problems, yeah
i can afford some problems
be the one, i’ll lay you down
bad b-tches, i just lay ‘em down
no emotions, i can’t play around
pop was gone, i made my way around
through the city, money got to get it
francis was out shooting dice with me
my b-tch she wanted me home with her
texting her, talking on phones with her
i f-ck with you but the way a n-gga f-ck with you
make it seem like i don’t f-ck with you
i don’t hit your phone all the time
you say it make you feel like you ain’t on my mind
how the f-ck is you ain’t on my mind
when i just went and helped you go and flip a dime
why the f-ck is these b-tches ungrateful
must be doin’ somethin’ under the table

[verse 4: young dolph]
all of my n-ggas they ready
y’all some p-ssies, you scary
all on the internet telling
tryna have a real n-gga jailing
the sh-t ‘round my neck so heavy
i’ma keep drippin’ sauce spaghetti
oh that why they mad huh
don’t like how i sag huh
pockets full of cash huh
hit your b-tch from the back huh
skeeted in her face yeah
i know that you hate that
i’m sorry, i can’t take it back
real n-ggas they relate to that
any n-gga that record when it’s time for gangster sh-t
he the police
and i f-cked your boss man’s baby mama
same hotel for four weeks
never sent a lil boy to take care of grown man business
if i was you i’d be mad at me too so i ain’t trippin’
ridin’ solo in a drop top through the city
hah, it’s dolph

- trouble

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