Ginuwine - Trouble (Remix) Lyrics

[Hurricane Chris:]
Girl it's gone b trouble if u keep lookin at me
I got a box of magnums let let let me see u throw it back
See my labagini dat cost 260 stackz kick ya feet up n relax
I kiss you on ya neck n bacck sexy ass she wanna b
Especially wen she dressed in black
Drop it low den bring back up to the top I'm feelin dat
Nobody can holla at ha hurricane b whippin dat
Give it to ha like she neva had befo datz a fact
Sexy thick pretty yea she p.h.a.t. phat
Pretty high and tempted I think I'm a take a bite of dat
I want u to sit in my lap n tell me yo favorite position
N the shower from the back or standin up in the kitchen
Put yo hand on the stove while I make ya body moan
Listenin to our favorite song while we get our freak on
Do it like a professional girl u didn't win dat
It's the remix hurricane n ginuwine back

[Chorus:]
It's gon be Trouble, Trouble
If she don't stop dancing on me like that
The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying
It's gon be Trouble Trouble
If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her
To grind on grind on,
Trouble, Trouble
If she don't stop dancing on me like that
The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying
It's gon be Trouble Trouble
If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her
To grind on grind on

[Gucci Mane:]
Big trouble girl helfa
On the rule ain't nun
If it was I would of broke it girl yo ass in danga
I'm loaded like my hand gun v.I.p. we dancin
U got a man den y u here go tell yo boyfriend spend sum
Hair rockin legs spancer but I'm not hiz friend ma
I'm gucci mane the trouble maker oh datz who u scared of
Call me wen u fed up I'm a feel ya head up
No need to filth up I let u wet the bed up
Yep hit the elevator den come to the third floor
I f*ck u in my theatha I'll snatch u on the third flo
N wen I'm n yo town come to my show it b tranovo
U bring yo hoe she left wid me n not u cause it's travillare

[Chorus:]
It's gon be Trouble, Trouble
If she don't stop dancing on me like that
The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying
It's gon be Trouble Trouble
If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her
To grind on grind on,
Trouble, Trouble
If she don't stop dancing on me like that
The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying
It's gon be Trouble Trouble
If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her
To grind on grind on

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
Trouble trouble trouble oheeeeeee it's gone b trouble
Baby standin 5'7 hooted like a bubble
Now she that cuicey dosee gabana
Prada shoes walkin u freaky like ladonna
Bag it up n dump it on me like I am a dumpster
Stupid ice game n yo boyfriend a buster
3 diamond chains on lookin like mustard
Come an ride this pony n ull fine dat it's comfotable
Baby I got dem rollas diamond like water
Give yo ass the world but u ridin out that honda
Girl u kno I'm jokin my pockets like a humma
Young juice man n I'm rainin like thunda

[Chorus:]
It's gon be Trouble, Trouble
If she don't stop dancing on me like that
The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying
It's gon be Trouble Trouble
If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her
To grind on grind on,
Trouble, Trouble
If she don't stop dancing on me like that
The way she pushing me back, I'm just saying
It's gon be Trouble Trouble
If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her
To grind on grind on