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letra de whatchu doin - trouble

[hook: quavo & trouble]
whatchu doin’ n-gga? i been busting juggs in the trap
whatchu doin’? i just count 100 thousand on my lap
whatchu doin’? up for 24 days, i can’t take a nap
whatchu doin’? you’s a lame, you know you don’t deserve the sack
loving and cuffing these hoes, whatchu doin’?
trouble trouble pour an 8 up, a bad influence
they tried tellin’ quavo, i’m a bad influence
getting the money, f-cking hoes outta cuba
look at them n-ggas, they plotting
what is you doin’? what is you doin’?
look at my pockets, they rotten
what is you doin’? what is you doin’?
all my n-ggas keep a stick, all y’all n-ggas on the bench
turn your b-tch into a trick, tell me what you think of this sh-t?

[verse 1: quavo & trouble]
your ho, geek monster
trap out the hummer
i called ‘em up trouble
he shoot out the bunker
might pick up the phone like “what’s happenin’ quay?”
200, might get this sh-t done today
you ain’t got you none’, that’s a runaway
tell me what you think about getting this money babe
tell me what you think of this
quavo flying with a fish
making your ho wash the dish
r.kelly, drink the p-ss
told her henny baby, please no remy
i be saying prayers for my kidneys
i be saying prayers for my dawgs
f-ck the law, all y’all ‘hind the g wall
i send a pack to my n-ggas in prison
i throw a brick, like i’m russell wilson
i make ‘em sing like i’m keri hilson
f-ckin’ your daughter, your mama be milfin’
i seen the n-ggas you run with some b-tches
i see the money, i get it with b-tches
every day i’m getting paper
every day you on my nuts, you a hater

[verse 2: young thug & skippa da flippa]
jewelry colder than an attic
shoot your addict, bring the actavis
you got spinners, i got dabbers
f-ck me good and live lavish
couple court cases pending
ain’t stressin’ ‘cause i’m winning
blow a fifty, what you spending?
i’m a legend, call me john flippa lennon
chopper pierce ‘em, f-ck a piercing
drinking act, it f-ck my kidneys
jewelry ice, a n-gga bless ‘em
we not shooting for publicity
me and slime commit a crime
my young n-ggas gon’ do the time
i forgi’d and turboed the ride
i stay with a stick with two clips on the side
f-ck your jeweler, bae we have it
i got my karats out of rabbits
my main with jordans, i be lav’ing it
i’m eatin’ good, i’m fish and crabbing it
transformer pull on the corner
i got on a mink, no pneumonia
pistols is so dirty like stoners
dancing the millionaires right on my corner
i’m hanging with nothing but lawyers
you don’t got no rhymes, you a buster
i pour up with trouble, i’m crushing
she suck on that d-ck like a sucker

- trouble

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