Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trouble , by - Emilio Rojas. Release date: 29.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trouble |
| Yeah, I be where the papis be, caking off of poppy seed |
| 167th, baby, I got the whole block with me |
| I’m where the poverty created an economy |
| And everybody selling souls, now the Devil on a shopping spree |
| All my people going in and out of jail |
| I’m the lucky one, I ain’t never had no drugs to sell |
| I just want the type of paper that you count it with a scale |
| So if they get indicted, I could be there with the bail |
| Everybody think they real but ain’t nobody realistic |
| All my people doing numbers, trying not to be statistics |
| Yeah, ‘cause we don’t wanna see no prisons |
| But we out there on the strip ‘cause we don’t wanna lease no Civics, no |
| Nah, they don’t wanna see Latins with investments |
| Nah, but I been living like a legend though |
| Yeah, you be the one with all the answers |
| I’mma be the one they never get to question though |
| It could go down, ain’t nothing but trouble around here |
| Ain’t nothing but trouble around here, it could go down |
| Ain’t nothing but trouble around here |
| Ain’t nothing but trouble around here |
| It could go down, the city so cold I could see my breath |
| The city so cold I could see my breath |
| The city so cold I could see my breath |
| The city so cold I could see my breath |
| Yo, the new Hector Lavoe, you should respect me |
| Them killers all around me gonna protect me |
| And the condo is two floors, sports car, fly shit, two doors |
| All I need is two slores and I’mma use they two jaws |
| Catch me out in the Bronx where the choppers at |
| Harlem Sunday, wear the proper hat |
| Queens where they sell it and they use it and they choppin' that |
| And niggas getting murdered, that’s on top of that |
| Yeah, I fuck her on her tip toes, West Coast |
| Guns out in France, yeah that’s French Toast |
| Been ghost, yeah, told them niggas been there and done that |
| ‘Cause I think they can run that ‘cause all that bread come back |
| New York left rack, quarterback, running back |
| Tell them bring the quarter back, I just keep the number flat |
| My posse still on Broadway, in East Wick, we do it by raw way |
| We do this shit all day, get them niggas' head in they hall way |
| It could go down, ain’t nothing but trouble around here |
| Ain’t nothing but trouble around here, it could go down |
| Ain’t nothing but trouble around here |
| Ain’t nothing but trouble around here |
| It could go down, the city so cold I could see my breath |
| The city so cold I could see my breath |
| The city so cold I could see my breath |
| The city so cold I could see my breath |