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It's the blackout, 'rari got the out
Showing my ass, engine in the glass house
in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask like a mascot
Still trick bitches out with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang paid a nigga, 'Ye hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, then you add
a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon
That's a 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle a tea kettle
Runnin' the rebels
You and LV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So trouble on my mind

Pharrell "get 'em", so I got 'em
on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
Then it ricocheted and the game
I'm a cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
my French, I'm going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's
Mr.Lipschitz has been trippin' I mentioned Reptar's
dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill mutharfucks
As a musk the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush wick costume
On sale during in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' chilly
Let's hit a couple and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's
a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So trouble on my mind

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So much on my mind

I'm a fucking paradox
And a shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two cocked screamin' west side!
With the blastin' a pair of pots
ten milli, you're silly
Thinkin' that 'Preme wasn't free willy
The is neutral, the gang is youthful
And fuckin' tighter Chad Hugo's pupils
It's Gang and the

With the re-up's a hell of a
Rick said cocaine's a hell of a drug
Who could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what it does?
This is for the critics, who the chemistry
Two different worlds, symmetry
And black art, see the wizardry
you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You'll finish me

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much on my mind