J. Cole - Trouble (Slowmix) lyrics

[Intro: Chamillionaire] Oooo, girl you look so good it's a shame, a shame What's your name, ooooo let me get to spittin my game, my game Playa made [Verse 1: Chamillionaire & Bei Maejor] [Chamillionaire] Yeah, I'm tryna get a triple double I score quick tell the coach that I don't need a huddle Mmm, I'm tryna get up in some trouble And get it wet enough to leave ya layin' in a puddle High school first time I got suspended I took off your suspenders then I had your legs suspended Got caught by the super intenedent But you already finish he ain't stop what he intended Yea, when other boys tried to get ya And they walk up to ya ya tell em get the hell up outta my face Cause they lames, and I'm playa made I hit it for forever if ya ask for it (ask for it) Put my city on it like my pa**port Just live ya life cause they'll tell ya that's short While I'm scoring points I'm a slap it like a blackboard [Bei Maejor] I told you, not to wear that dress at the club tryna dance up on me I told you, not to push that thing on me If you know I want it [Hook: Bei Maejor] It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make your legs look so s**y I I I I I told you Not to wear them heels that say I'm ready come get me Ay Ay They gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) They gon get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) They gon get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) [Verse 2: Bei Maejor & J. Cole] [Bei Maejor] Go up to my room, you've been such a, such a bad girl Such a s**y naughty girl You know what you doing baby Go up to my room girl You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a s**y naughty girl (Oooh, oooh) [J. Cole] Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind We both bad at it Told myself no more hittin' n***as girlfriends That's my old bad habit Here you go, wearing that Already know, what you staring at I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so Somebody better take care of that And who Better than, the n***a let 'em in When your man ain't home, you can let him in Late night Letterman I ain't gon tat-a-tale Damn your a** bad as hell [Hook: Bei Maejor] It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) I told you not to stare at me like that when I'm performing I-I-I-I told you That's that's gon' make us til the early morning It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh) It's gon' get you in trouble (Oooh, oooh)