Trouble - Hood up lyrics

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Trouble - Hood up lyrics

[Hook.Waka] Blaat Blaat I got your little brother throwin' the hood up Blaat Blaat Got your little sister throwin' the hood up Hit the club my doors lift up, f**ed up and im turnt up Iced out and im purped up, these f** n***as know whats up [Verse 1 Waka] Blaat Blaat Mane these n***as know the roll call, you came with them f** all y'all iced out grill like Paul wall My car a..... Flexin' hard could buy the bar i could hit the lot could buy any car f** all these girls f** all these broads Im shinin' like an Audemar got money like the city hall, Yao Ming tall Lifes a b**h i f**ed her raw And then im like f** the law , sh**tin' on the bathroom stall i got money buy the mall 50 racks I could do this at the mall [Hook] [Verse 2 Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane not nice at all......... break a rule f** a law .45 compact in my draws Im so rich i gotta ball,im so hood i'd buy the mall, my car is a Spyder b**h so you know we gotta crawl Your car speak Spanish don't he? , My plug he speaks Russian Well you bluffin' better hush it fore' you leave with a concussion Im..... bussin sellin' pills and Robitussin gettin these bricks i gotta' touch it brick squad known for breaking budgets [Hook] [Verse 3 Trouble] Blaat blaat I get blood love all the time Blaat blaat I got my ruben bringin' me dimes Im talkin two k's Bands into b**hes At the strip club they know whats up by 20% I got the whole brick reppin' them flame, with the mob behind them DTE forever shinin' But they ain't extra with them, my 10 milli got extra in it Shine up or line up p**y I send a message to dem' [Hook]