I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Aye
I need a new bank account cause my other one got full
Aye, horns on her head she looking like a bull
Franklin in my pocket that's my ride or die man
Hundred thousand clowns, now I cash out in the bands
Cash out in the bands, fifty racks, I do a dance
If you pulling with the smoke imma show you burnt up hands
Cash out in the bands, fifty racks, I do a dance
If you pulling with the smoke imma show you burnt up hands
Like damn
She pull up, she slobbin on my wood
She robin all the good, that's like robin in the hood
Like damn
She pull up, she slobbin on my wood
She robin all the good, that's like robin in the hood
I got three bad bitches, yeah two of em an option
Big bad wolf , yeah they blowing on my nogging
Fifteen more chasing me, they just jogging
Take a few cones block em out, that's a caution
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Fiesta, that's a benz truck
She like who I am, she got friends luck
Quick adidas cash out stripes over checks
Stripe gang bitch, we them boys who gotta flex
Flex up boy we that gang you don't mess with
Don't be cheating, we count money up for breakfast
Texas, took a flight back to white lake
Necklace, yeah i swear those VV's ain't fake
Bitch boy run up, you better stay awake
Diamond shining blinding, ice from the lake
Cold neck with a cold heart drop off at night
Red scope on your ass, taking your f*ckin' life
Taking your f*cking life, peeping down my sight
Forty million dollars in a benz feels alright
Cash out in flights flying private that's jet
They salty that I'm winning but I gotta life set
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Trouble (feat. JT) Video (MV)
Performed By: BigLuke
Length: 1:58
Written by: ALYK SMITH, DALYK SMITH, DR. LYDIA SMITH, JALYKA SMITH, LYDIA ROXBOROUGHSMITH, SANDRA KAY ST. VICTOR, JEFFREY VERNON SMITH, PETER LORD
BigLuke - Trouble (feat. JT) Lyrics
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I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Aye
I need a new bank account cause my other one got full
Aye, horns on her head she looking like a bull
Franklin in my pocket that's my ride or die man
Hundred thousand clowns, now I cash out in the bands
Cash out in the bands, fifty racks, I do a dance
If you pulling with the smoke imma show you burnt up hands
Cash out in the bands, fifty racks, I do a dance
If you pulling with the smoke imma show you burnt up hands
Like damn
She pull up, she slobbin on my wood
She robin all the good, that's like robin in the hood
Like damn
She pull up, she slobbin on my wood
She robin all the good, that's like robin in the hood
I got three bad bitches, yeah two of em an option
Big bad wolf , yeah they blowing on my nogging
Fifteen more chasing me, they just jogging
Take a few cones block em out, that's a caution
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Fiesta, that's a benz truck
She like who I am, she got friends luck
Quick adidas cash out stripes over checks
Stripe gang bitch, we them boys who gotta flex
Flex up boy we that gang you don't mess with
Don't be cheating, we count money up for breakfast
Texas, took a flight back to white lake
Necklace, yeah i swear those VV's ain't fake
Bitch boy run up, you better stay awake
Diamond shining blinding, ice from the lake
Cold neck with a cold heart drop off at night
Red scope on your ass, taking your f*ckin' life
Taking your f*cking life, peeping down my sight
Forty million dollars in a benz feels alright
Cash out in flights flying private that's jet
They salty that I'm winning but I gotta life set
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Aye
I need a new bank account cause my other one got full
Aye, horns on her head she looking like a bull
Franklin in my pocket that's my ride or die man
Hundred thousand clowns, now I cash out in the bands
Cash out in the bands, fifty racks, I do a dance
If you pulling with the smoke imma show you burnt up hands
Cash out in the bands, fifty racks, I do a dance
If you pulling with the smoke imma show you burnt up hands
Like damn
She pull up, she slobbin on my wood
She robin all the good, that's like robin in the hood
Like damn
She pull up, she slobbin on my wood
She robin all the good, that's like robin in the hood
I got three bad bitches, yeah two of em an option
Big bad wolf , yeah they blowing on my nogging
Fifteen more chasing me, they just jogging
Take a few cones block em out, that's a caution
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Fiesta, that's a benz truck
She like who I am, she got friends luck
Quick adidas cash out stripes over checks
Stripe gang bitch, we them boys who gotta flex
Flex up boy we that gang you don't mess with
Don't be cheating, we count money up for breakfast
Texas, took a flight back to white lake
Necklace, yeah i swear those VV's ain't fake
Bitch boy run up, you better stay awake
Diamond shining blinding, ice from the lake
Cold neck with a cold heart drop off at night
Red scope on your ass, taking your f*ckin' life
Taking your f*cking life, peeping down my sight
Forty million dollars in a benz feels alright
Cash out in flights flying private that's jet
They salty that I'm winning but I gotta life set
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Aye yeah
Flash the racks
Forty in the duffle
Aye yeah
I ain't mean to cause that kind of trouble
Morgan is my captain
Got my vision like a tunnel
Writer: ALYK SMITH, DALYK SMITH, DR. LYDIA SMITH, JALYKA SMITH, LYDIA ROXBOROUGHSMITH, SANDRA KAY ST. VICTOR, JEFFREY VERNON SMITH, PETER LORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave