Trouble Songtext
von Upchurch

Trouble, trouble for you
(Baby, I′m trouble, trouble for you)
Ooh

Baby, I'm trouble, trouble for you (trouble for you)
Baby, I′m a rebel, rebellious fool (mm-hmm)
I like ridin' 'round town, every window down
Motor not knockin′ but the smoke too loud
I′m trouble (I'm trouble, oh), trouble for you

Ayy
Do the dash and the second-gen Cummins
Got the tats in the trailer park, I′m OG Bubba
Like a heat of the summer, burnin' weed, time, and rubber
Windows down, I′m that local motherfucker

Universal to a couple, underground and made some tunnels
Not a subject to the system, but a system to the subject
F around and slung my D on the desk of what's what
Told my teacher "Fuck off" and got a A++ (mm)


Flow retarded, twin turbo in a short bus
Five percent on the window and it′s cambered in the front
No hot deal, driveway still got thirty Hot Wheels
Put soul in the music, no price tag on my heels

Baby, I'm trouble, trouble for you (trouble for you)
Baby, I'm a rebel, rebellious fool
I like ridin′ ′round town, every window down
Motor not knockin' but the smoke too loud
I′m trouble (oh), trouble for you

Hillbilly, rippin' and still with it
Super Duty in the lane, pin-stripped barbed fences
Had my bench seat for long legs and sundresses
Anybody talkin′ crowns must be on some prince shit

Watch me sling blood and red clay in a King Ranch
Makin' cheeks redder than an acre-long tomato patch
Blue collar, smooth as copper, Baby Face Nelson
Sold so many records, sheriff thought I was a bank robber

Got a .45 Python to the head of the charts
Strikin′ chords of a label, CEO heart
Turn around, give a hater COPD art
No respondin' to me, I get your respond blocked


Baby, I'm trouble, trouble for you (trouble for you)
Baby, I′m a rebel, rebellious fool
I like ridin′ 'round town, every window down
Motor not knockin′ but the smoke too loud
I'm trouble (oh), trouble for you

I can′t sell my soul, it's too expensive for the devil
Level untouchable ′cause I'm a extraterrestrial
The underground undertaker who want a career burial?
When the beat drop, a thottie body hip-hop and do aerials

So many flows, a flub will flash titties bouncin' on Ariel
Panties wet like her body lower half is so Aquarius
I ride the wave gooder, growin′ gills as a vocalist
River water when I spit, every guitar lick got my soaka, bitch

Blood type neon, mindset dream on
Motherfucker, I′m nuts, whole bag full of pecans
Barefoot bandit, I'm one hard to creep on
Hop out a tree with a sword like it′s the renaissance

Baby, I'm trouble, trouble for you (baby I′m trouble for you)
Baby, I'm a rebel, rebellious fool (rebellious fool)
I like ridin′ 'round town, every window down
Motor not knockin' but the smoke too loud
I′m trouble (oh), trouble for you

(Baby, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble for you)
(Baby, I'm trouble, trouble for you)