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Troublesome Video (MV)




Performed By: Duecey
Length: 2:44
Written by: Duecey Duecey




Duecey - Troublesome Lyrics




Nigga we troublesome come shoot up the party If we don't f*ck with them
Acting retarded like we off molly like wassup with them
Glocks and calicoes inside our hands no need for tucking them
Slide down shooting stop and pops you know we cut for them

What's with the fussing then they love tussling getting to busting em
You talk to god a lot well that's perfect we'll send you up to em
Choppa to face you can't escape don't leave it up to him
Slug a hit his skull then his temple a get to rupturing

Keep a burner on you it's necessary when you slanging bows
Get em break em down pass em around we do the same to hoes
Can't control ya bitch swear you pimp man leave the game alone
Crying getting niggas to set the play to leave his main alone

What game home call them main drillers like go reframe his home
Muscle neck niggas gone need some milk after we break his bones
Know I'm a shotta this the shit that I was waiting for
Knock off the nigga and his bm so they can't make no more

Play it cool ones that die first gone be the toughest niggas
Ain't got shit but time money we'll see what's up with niggas
Don't know who gave em the impression that they was f*cking with us
But if I ain't never said it before we don't f*ck with niggas

We don't f*ck with niggas Yea y'all cool but we don't f*ck with niggas
I got this tool we ain't gone tussle with em
Disobey the rules and imma bust a nigga

Send 4 niggas on that mission they tripping
Aiming with precision they ain't missing you the victimwrè
Said it was a go just let us we gotta get him
Slide on you and anybody vibing with him
Fw o wor
This gangsta shit it ain't for you shouldnt of came alone
OG said I got a problem I just can't leave the Jain alone
Don't f*ck with lames niggas in them parties we brought the gang along
Chop next to me look like the midget who on the game of thrones

Saying we won't bust shit bitch I'm baffled
Come down and claim yo prize see what you won this not no raffle
Pussy boy we past words so I ain't scrapping them
Call Eastside he got 5 straps with him cuttas we like Iraq with them

Other niggas on his ass it's worthless to put a stack on him
0 tolerance for thieves he know we after him

Since he playing chop his head off then send it back to them

Blast the strap and grin dap my mans when them bullets rip through his abdomen

Tell em Rip OneMan that mean we acting bad
Find em lacking on that Ave and we gone act a ass
I ain't no teacher f*ck naw he can't have a pass
Making movies when shoot but this ain't acting class
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Nigga we troublesome come shoot up the party If we don't f*ck with them
Acting retarded like we off molly like wassup with them
Glocks and calicoes inside our hands no need for tucking them
Slide down shooting stop and pops you know we cut for them

What's with the fussing then they love tussling getting to busting em
You talk to god a lot well that's perfect we'll send you up to em
Choppa to face you can't escape don't leave it up to him
Slug a hit his skull then his temple a get to rupturing

Keep a burner on you it's necessary when you slanging bows
Get em break em down pass em around we do the same to hoes
Can't control ya bitch swear you pimp man leave the game alone
Crying getting niggas to set the play to leave his main alone

What game home call them main drillers like go reframe his home
Muscle neck niggas gone need some milk after we break his bones
Know I'm a shotta this the shit that I was waiting for
Knock off the nigga and his bm so they can't make no more

Play it cool ones that die first gone be the toughest niggas
Ain't got shit but time money we'll see what's up with niggas
Don't know who gave em the impression that they was f*cking with us
But if I ain't never said it before we don't f*ck with niggas

We don't f*ck with niggas Yea y'all cool but we don't f*ck with niggas
I got this tool we ain't gone tussle with em
Disobey the rules and imma bust a nigga

Send 4 niggas on that mission they tripping
Aiming with precision they ain't missing you the victimwrè
Said it was a go just let us we gotta get him
Slide on you and anybody vibing with him
Fw o wor
This gangsta shit it ain't for you shouldnt of came alone
OG said I got a problem I just can't leave the Jain alone
Don't f*ck with lames niggas in them parties we brought the gang along
Chop next to me look like the midget who on the game of thrones

Saying we won't bust shit bitch I'm baffled
Come down and claim yo prize see what you won this not no raffle
Pussy boy we past words so I ain't scrapping them
Call Eastside he got 5 straps with him cuttas we like Iraq with them

Other niggas on his ass it's worthless to put a stack on him
0 tolerance for thieves he know we after him

Since he playing chop his head off then send it back to them

Blast the strap and grin dap my mans when them bullets rip through his abdomen

Tell em Rip OneMan that mean we acting bad
Find em lacking on that Ave and we gone act a ass
I ain't no teacher f*ck naw he can't have a pass
Making movies when shoot but this ain't acting class
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