Trouble (remix)

It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) Face like 10. Shape like 8. And I gotta blow you out She taste like cake. Wait... Look... It's your birthday... Well then you shouldn't of left home in the first place... Came with her friends the designate driver... And I never met a woman that's so innocent to lie... Don't know if you believe but you the illest chick alive. Ya brain tell em sick of it I call it ill advised. And I love you for your mind... But I'm afta summthin different... For I take you any deepper... Put a mattress on your feelins... While I'm back here. Just twisten shes fellin she tease she ain't ready to fuck she loves fuckin with me... It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) I told you... Not to wear them pants That make yuh ass poke like that. Real nigga fuck around and stroke like that I told youuu. Not to touch right there when I'm driving this car like that You gon' make a real nigga have a heart attack- Don't do it no. Got my eyes on your legs And my mind on your head Know what you said- Buh girl you gon' do it though. Gon' do it slow Don't do it fast See the way you move, your ass in trouble. But she likes the attention. Hang around a nigga cause the pussy on lunch-in She know what I'm about She know I love her mouth Cause she don't run her mouth. Dat's It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) Go up to my room, you've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy naughty girl You know what you doing baby Go up to my room girl You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy naughty girl (Oooh, oooh) Oooh ohh look like somebody need a time out But just in time cause I need something to rhyme bout Sit in the corner but keep poking that behind out I put a belt on that ass you'll never get them lines out I'm too real you can forget what they lying bout I drop my pants you gon' think they let the lions out rawrr Somebody cool as bedonkadoodle, blow out suck in Sound like I'm eating ramen noodles Hot and heavy I'm sweating profusely Keep my shades on medusa couldn't seduce me Hold up and let me turn the camera on And I'm a put a twist on it like it's m. night shamalyan It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind We both bad at it Told myself no more hittin' niggas girlfriends That's my old bad habit Here you go, wearing hat Already know, what I'm staring at I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so Somebody better take care of that And who Better than, the nigga in the lettermen When your man ain't home, you can let him in Late night let em in I ain't gon tat-a-tale Damn your ass bad as hell It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh)