trouble - yurrrd!! lyrics
[intro-trouble & bigga rankin]
dawg, now that you free, 431 days to be exact n-gga, what you goin’ do?
you know what i been doing?
f-ckin them hoes, hahahaha
i’m free p-ssy (hahahaha)
431 days to be exact, p-ssy
p-ssy (yurrrd)
you know what i’m talking about n-gga be going hard as a motherf-cker
still got patnas doing stretches my n-gga
and we still busting like a b-tch
and n-ggas ain’t just busting for me
i let my cannon off too, carbon-15
you don’t really understand do you n-gga
well you better catch up with it ya know what im talmbout
it’s a green light
that wasn’t just a motherf-cking mixtape n-gga
it’s a green light, for real
f-ck the red light on the beam like what it seem like
[verse 1]
little [?] told me “ya better catch up”
join the mob or get wet up
ion nann give a f-ck ’bout next up
no freshman b-tch, i’m a big dog
no rookie b-tch, i’m a young og
ain’t nothing p-ssy ’bout me
try me i’ll make them choppers sound off, sound off
project n-gga gone off liquor, an alcoholic
they say they wanna get it popping, then i’ma start it
on the bullsh-t like always, pretty cool dude but i’m h-lla rude
when it’s time for it, n-ggas be talking too much
i ain’t got time for it
all black d-ckie suit
i be thuggin’ with the troops
smoking bogies in the coupe
40,000 in my pocket p-ssy
push me if you wanna
i’ma k!ll you then go f-ck that hoe
wake up getting blown
[interlude]
yurrrd!
see, you n-ggas really don’t understand, do you?
you n-ggas still don’t understand
you n-ggas just a bunch of p-ssy -ss n-ggas who done linked up trying to create some sh-t
what they call that? a facade?
yeah. you n-ggas a facade (yurrrd)
i should go up to an elementary school and pick up a drum from one of the kids
and i wonder if i put it on tv will the people realize which rapper it is
it’ll be all in one, p-ssy -ss n-gga
it’s still a green light
[verse 2]
i stepped out of them prison gates
finally free, december 17
431 days i’ve been roaming
thinking about the time that i stripped macboney
still on the same old f-cksh-t
fsc, we all we’ve got
f-cksh-t crew, who gon’ touch who
2,000 will have you n-ggas through
2,000 to make your b-tch do what it do when she leave with our crew
you smiling, but i’m talking about setting your p-ssy -ss up with your troops
fake -ss industry n-gga don’t want war
fake -ss rapper they really a bunch of wrestlers
dusty musty little broke f-cks
dusty musty little broke f-cks
get it in, get it out
that’s what i’m about (uh huh, uh huh)
edgewood n-gga and i’m repping that south (uh huh, uh huh)
eat my girl’s p-ssy up n-gga like yah, yah, yah
you don’t understand really do ya n-gga like yurd, yurd, yurd (yurrrd)
[outro]
uh huh, uh huh
yah, yah, yah, yah
yurrrd
uh huh, uh huh
yah, yah, yah, yah
yurrrd
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