Go down to wait all night She's bound to run him out Invested enough in it anyhow To each his own
[Mikky Ekko] Well I heard you were trouble And you heard I was trouble But your name is a wave washing over me No games, just a slave to you totally Cause I don't care what they say about you virgo And you don't care what they say about me virgo But you know what they say about trouble
Pull me down if you want to And I hope that you want to Because I wanna be your man And I wanna say it loud You can show me where trouble goes Tell me secrets only trouble knows Cause you wanna be my girl And you wanna say it loud
[French Montana] Went and got a hustle, put a muscle on it Went and got a grip and put a muzzle on it Nigga in that paint, I'm Bill Russell on it Mulsanne with everything custom on it Number one hits, got every bitch touching on him Price of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don't ya? Nigga, all that change ain't changed me Cause my body full of lean tryna stay sleep I done came up that black hole And I popped up in that black robe BET awards, Versace black robe Four heaters up nigga that's a hot stove Illuminati for that new Bugatti Self made, who they ask when they ain't got it Ten-mill' shield for this holy war Cash chills, your own nigga Kill you for this brick of raw
I want you to know that I've got your back Even when the whole foundation seems cracked Two punk kids up against the world Yeah trouble, there goes trouble We could be king and queen of the moonlight Two young lovers and when the mood's right You'll hear me say I want you To pull me down if you want to
I'm riding dolo, knock the horse of your polo Life's a bitch and your sister with Manolo When your right hand done changed on you And got your left hand grippin' things on it Dope boy dreams, mansion and a Lambo And all you get is cases lawyers can't handle This grandaddy got me candid channels Clean them bullets, loading choppers, grippin' handles Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella, duckin' Rockefeller law Beats from Rico Love, or a hundred from a RICO law And all the blessings couldn't stop a bullet When they creep on him, ski mask, black hoodie La Fontaine by the post office Hit him in the brain for a closed coffin For a grand my lil man blow his nose off him Hundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off him
Pull me down if you want to And I hope that you want to Because I wanna be your man And I wanna say it loud You can show me where trouble goes Tell me secrets only trouble knows Cause you wanna be my girl And you wanna say it loud
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