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troublesome - doe boy & southside lyrics

[intro]
this that doe beezy from 2012
lex luger
yeah
know what, matter fact, i’ma take it back a lil’ further
let’s go

[chorus]
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, d*mn, 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*tch, i’m tucking something

[verse 1]
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, p*ssy 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*gga 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)
[chorus]
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, d*mn, 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*tch, i’m tucking something (oh really)

[verse 2]
i’m scared of f*cking cops
acting like he savage, but he scared, he duck his opps (p*ssy)
all i hear is talking, never hear no f*cking shots
he try me, he gon’ hear mops
if he smart, he duck his top (fool)
sh*t, let’s fast*forward to 2012
no home invasion, b*tch, i’m robbing, n*gga, f*ck a scale
big*ass gun make a p*ssy n*gga tuck his tail
let you bust your plays all day then take it, hold this f*cking l
who is these n*ggas? never heard of ’em
went down for robbing, shot at my victim, i’m just glad i ain’t go down for murder
had gunpowder on my hands, can’t say i ain’t shoot that burner
almost threw my life away, i thought i learned something
[chorus]
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, d*mn, 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*tch, i’m tucking something

- doe boy southside lyrics

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