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trouble – shit crazy lyrics

[intro: trouble]
zaytoven
all i could tell ya is don’t fold ya hear me? stack ya paper up and don’t fold it

[chorus: trouble]
sh-t crazy
don’t play nun bout my bae
sh-t crazy
whole team crazy (my whole team crazy)
sh-t crazy
gotta keep that strap on you (i gotta keep that fye)
sh-t crazy yeah yeah
ike crazy
missing me even when its dark
spin your -ss no tony parker
sh-t crazy
up and down my side of town
sh-t so crazy to the point you gotta watch ya rounds

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
sh-t so crazy on my side n-gga
homicide after homicide n-gga
we don’t get identified n-gga (not at all)
you ain’t no real n-gga you testify n-gga (h-ll no)
i hope you got yours i keep mine n-gga (yeah yeah)
this ain’t no 9 it’s a 40 wit more than nine n-gga
i ain’t lying aye skoob these n-ggas lying to ’em (these n-ggas lying)
know i got some big homies that got it flying to ’em (i ain’t lying)
we was in the jungle (in the jungle), we had lamas (yeah yeah)
whole lot of marijuana by the bundle
catchin’ plays praying that i never fumble
swear sh-t gon get crazy n-gga play this on my mama

[verse 2: trouble]
i-i-i hear they crazy to the point you gotta watch ya round
that’s why i only keep a few n-ggas around me round
yeah i know plenty folk but that don’t mean they friends with me
i don’t regret i had to see the penitentiary
it’s a real n-gga gettin’ bread in penitentiaries
it’s a real b-tch you gettin’ that bread through penitentiaries
sh-t between trae and red they got like a 30 now, wit a l on it
what can i tell homie?
i got some youngns in the country, ain’t no bail for ’em
them cracker make they own rules it ain’t no bail for ’em
ain’t even gotta do work these n-ggas gon tell for ’em
free my n-gga from the chain gang
and that cousin n-gga tell on

- trouble lyrics

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