Trouble Songtext
von Big B
Trouble Songtext
My indigo,
My henny flow,
Woah,
My indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain′t on my indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain't on my indigo,
Fuck nigga tryna get in this hoe,
Woah,
I got that shit
Play it down for you niggas,
I got that shit going round for the round,
Knock em out
cause they be asking for figures,
I got the bitches so crazy,
They don′t talk to much,
Yeah they just go throw me the digits,
You gotta watch all your haters,
And stack up your layers,
Cause they just wanna blow all your riches,
Yeah I gotta store all my riches,
Niggas be greedy, yeah cool as a fan,
But they be the coldest like Richard,
No I ain't gone paint you a picture,
you ain't vivid enough,
To see a picture on picture,
I know I′m the piece,
You missing,
But I ain′t gone hold that against you,
How you gone act real tuff
just to stir up some tension,
I ain't on my indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain′t on my indigo,
Fuck nigga tryna get in this hoe,
Woah,
She on my shit,
She bending over,
Going so crazy,
She yelling out baby,
Yeah then I go end it though, woah,
Then they come ask how it go,
And I got my goals,
I never care about no hoes,
But all that I know,
This shawty right here on the low,
And I keep her close,
I see the niggas in rows,
They just gone wait for the choke,
But they no a nigga ain't gone choke,
I keep it tight like the wire the rope,
And she already know how that goes,
She already know,
Yeah she already know how that goes,
Funny ass niggas and the hoes,
And now they gone switch up the roles,
I double up when its cold,
Or whenever I see that he fold,
You gotta stick to your Bros,
Cause sometimes you just never know,
That pretty lil thing gone glow,
And next thing you know you slow,
I ain′t on my indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain't on my indigo,
Fuck nigga tryna get in this hoe,
Woah,
My henny flow,
Woah,
My indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain′t on my indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain't on my indigo,
Fuck nigga tryna get in this hoe,
Woah,
I got that shit
Play it down for you niggas,
I got that shit going round for the round,
Knock em out
cause they be asking for figures,
I got the bitches so crazy,
They don′t talk to much,
Yeah they just go throw me the digits,
You gotta watch all your haters,
And stack up your layers,
Cause they just wanna blow all your riches,
Yeah I gotta store all my riches,
Niggas be greedy, yeah cool as a fan,
But they be the coldest like Richard,
No I ain't gone paint you a picture,
you ain't vivid enough,
To see a picture on picture,
I know I′m the piece,
You missing,
But I ain′t gone hold that against you,
How you gone act real tuff
just to stir up some tension,
I ain't on my indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain′t on my indigo,
Fuck nigga tryna get in this hoe,
Woah,
She on my shit,
She bending over,
Going so crazy,
She yelling out baby,
Yeah then I go end it though, woah,
Then they come ask how it go,
And I got my goals,
I never care about no hoes,
But all that I know,
This shawty right here on the low,
And I keep her close,
I see the niggas in rows,
They just gone wait for the choke,
But they no a nigga ain't gone choke,
I keep it tight like the wire the rope,
And she already know how that goes,
She already know,
Yeah she already know how that goes,
Funny ass niggas and the hoes,
And now they gone switch up the roles,
I double up when its cold,
Or whenever I see that he fold,
You gotta stick to your Bros,
Cause sometimes you just never know,
That pretty lil thing gone glow,
And next thing you know you slow,
I ain′t on my indigo,
Fuck nigga on my henny flow,
Woah,
I ain't on my indigo,
Fuck nigga tryna get in this hoe,
Woah,
Writer(s): Monty Byrom, Charles Lee Jr. Seaton, Larry C. Willoughby, Roy Lackey, David Adrian Neuhauser Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com