Trouble

You a badd motherfucker and you know that shit You a freak in the sheets because you love this dick In ya birthday suit girl I love that fit Robe and lingerie girl I love that pic I don’t throw around tittles but you’re my chick and If I ever found a baddie then we both gone hit If we ever hit a bank fifty fifty the split shit Bonnie and Clyde ain’t got shit on this I told you First time I hit I ain’t gone miss I ain’t gone lie I was surprised how you handled the length It’s like you’re my bottom bitch and I ain’t even a pimp Independent black queen not asking for shit Independent black king getting tired of the tricks Put those two together it’s a powerful mixed I’m tryna keep this thing going is you down with the shit But I gotta tell you from the start trouble coming with this I’m saying Flick it up flick it up you be loving the pictures To keep it G shorty harder than a lot of you niggaz I know you probably would think that i’m fuckin these bitches So that comes with mood swings and a unfinished sentence You keep saying I can leave but I’m still here wit ya There’s nothing up sleeve slight of the hand yo figure I can give you space to breathe just know that I’m gone miss ya But if you put ya faith in me watch this shit get bigger When you trip I Embellish it If a nigga didn’t care then this song would be irrelevant All that Melanin Five seven heaven sent Cherries or a melon scent Would you love me if I didn’t have a cent Tables turn let it burn who fell in love quicker lesson learned Why fight something you would yearn I apologies, I hate to see you cry You must got me hypnotized or am I really out my mind