CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Troublesome
This that Doe Beezy from 2012
Lex Luger
Yeah
Know what, matter fact, I'ma take it back a lil' further
Let's go
Let me take it back to 2009 (2009)
I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools)
Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying
'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying
I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really)
Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one)
Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome)
Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome
My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), b*t*h, I'm tucking something
If he run up on Doe Beezy, that's gon' get that fool hurt
Put some money on my head, you gon' gеt your goon murked
I don't shoot back, everybody know mе, know I shoot first
Barely went to class but kept that pole tucked like a school shirt
Mugging in the club, yeah, he look like he plan on touching something
Reach, pu**y boy, I dare you, bet we be stumping something
I'll smack the taste out your mouth, think you tough or something
I am not the one I thought you knew, I'm my mother's son
One phone call, hundred guns start clapping
n***a try the gang, bet the birds start flapping
Never heard about Beezy, boy, you better go and ask 'em
I had so much fun with choppers but So Much Fun went platinum (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Lex Luger
Yeah
Know what, matter fact, I'ma take it back a lil' further
Let's go
Let me take it back to 2009 (2009)
I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools)
Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying
'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying
I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really)
Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one)
Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome)
Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome
My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), b*t*h, I'm tucking something
If he run up on Doe Beezy, that's gon' get that fool hurt
Put some money on my head, you gon' gеt your goon murked
I don't shoot back, everybody know mе, know I shoot first
Barely went to class but kept that pole tucked like a school shirt
Mugging in the club, yeah, he look like he plan on touching something
Reach, pu**y boy, I dare you, bet we be stumping something
I'll smack the taste out your mouth, think you tough or something
I am not the one I thought you knew, I'm my mother's son
One phone call, hundred guns start clapping
n***a try the gang, bet the birds start flapping
Never heard about Beezy, boy, you better go and ask 'em
I had so much fun with choppers but So Much Fun went platinum (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
