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出演艺人
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
演唱
Offset
Offset
演唱
Takeoff
Takeoff
演唱
Quavo
Quavo
演唱
作曲和作词
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
词曲作者
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
词曲作者
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
词曲作者
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
词曲作者
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
词曲作者
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
词曲作者
制作和工程
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
母带工程师
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
混音工程师
Larry Anthony
Larry Anthony
母带工程师
Michael Dottin
Michael Dottin
混音工程师
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
混音工程师
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
制作人

歌詞

You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said If I wasn't trappin', I'd be wrappin' up them bundles If I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin' out the condos (Know I'm sayin') No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (Know I'm sayin') No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (Sacks) If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (Think about it) If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble (Gone) You niggas in trouble (Uh) You niggas in trouble (Ayy), you niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda (Oh) You niggas in trouble (Ayy) You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads (Fresh ou the bed) Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads (Count up the deads) Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads 2 Chainz Gang bang slang 'caine Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze, Cam'ron Plays off a Samsung, get the job done If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double Got dames by the double, do everything but cuddle Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter Fully automatic, and it don't don't stutter (Rra!) You niggas in trouble You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda You niggas in trouble You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed Uh, ooh, count up the deads Hop out the bed and I'm countin' them faces I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin' No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle I keep the banger, my brother, my partner Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous I put the hood on my back When these niggas couldn't do nothing but love it But niggas still hated No they ain't real but these niggas gon' fake it If they got a problem, my niggas gon' straighten it Niggas debatin', they hatin', they plottin', they waitin' They want my ice, tell 'em come take it Have people tell me that I couldn't make it Now I'm doin' shows outta state in the nations My momma told me I gotta stay humble But don't be too ready, you gotta have patience Droppin' them bangers, bangers, bangers Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger One in the chamber I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain (Brrr) Go to the top and I'm gon' bring the gang in Bitch, do anything to get famous My wrist cost me a brick and it's frigid I'm rich, but I did not let it change me Statistics say that you niggas ain't gangsta You niggas in trouble You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda (Oh) You niggas in trouble (Ayy) You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Brock F. Korsan, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Ronald N. La Tour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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