Trouble (Slowmix)

[Intro: Chamillionaire]

Oooo, girl you look so good it's a shame, a shame

What's your name, ooooo let me get to spittin my game, my game

Playa made

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire & Bei Maejor]

[Chamillionaire]

Yeah, I'm tryna get a triple double

I score quick tell the coach that I don't need a huddle

Mmm, I'm tryna get up in some trouble

And get it wet enough to leave ya layin' in a puddle

High school first time I got suspended

I took off your suspenders then I had your legs suspended

Got caught by the super intenedent

But you already finish he ain't stop what he intended

Yea, when other boys tried to get ya

And they walk up to ya ya tell em get the hell up outta my face

Cause they lames, and I'm playa made

I hit it for forever if ya ask for it (ask for it)

Put my city on it like my passport

Just live ya life cause they'll tell ya that's short

While I'm scoring points I'm a slap it like a blackboard

[Bei Maejor]

I told you, not to wear that dress at the club tryna dance up on me

I told you, not to push that thing on me

If you know I want it

[Hook: Bei Maejor]

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)

Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make your legs look so sexy

I I I I I told you

Not to wear them heels that say I'm ready come get me

Ay Ay

They gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh)

They gon get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh)

They gon get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh)

[Verse 2: Bei Maejor & J. Cole]

[Bei Maejor]

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)

[J. Cole]

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 that

Already know, what you 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 let 'em in

When your man ain't home, you can let him in

Late night Letterman

I ain't gon tat-a-tale

Damn your ass bad as hell

[Hook: Bei Maejor]

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 stare at me like that when I'm performing

I-I-I-I told you

That's that's gon' make us til the early morning

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)