Troublemaker - On Q lyrics

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Troublemaker - On Q lyrics

[Verse 1: Reese One] Was it cracking last night? Whaaat? I went so nuts I was so f**ed up I was geekin' like the glee club, n***a I was lit Every other song they was playing my sh** We in here thick, buddy we win These all my friends and they all go in Standing on tables, spittin' out drank In a b**h face going hard in the paint Ain't no case, I do what I feel like Hit the bathroom and I came out real right Head for real like, now I'm floating Smoking, sniffing got me open Took a few shots now I'm out there stupid Promoter looking at us like, "f** I knew it" He can't say sh** cuz we dropping hella bread And the dope that I'm on getting to a n***a head I turn my bottle upside down That's for all the dead homies that's out, I clown So Rick James in the middle of the flo' I'm dancing like a tweaker, throwing money at the speakers On my L.A. gangster sh** Two stepping to the boogie Plenty dough for the cookies In a mansion full of rookies like, "left young gunner" I'm life of the party for the next few summers [Hook] Oh my God Look at me From my head To my feet I feel like I'm made of sunshine Mr. DJ, would you drop the beat one time [Verse 2: Reese one] Did the after party crack? Man, I was headed to the house that wasn't even in the plan But they drove me to a spot on the four and the sunset Hella hollywood and I'm in there dumb wet Skinny a** glam chicks standing in line I'm kinda into thick ho's with n***as on they mind Do another line, have another drink and my relly in the back f**ing Buffy on the sink This sh** is getting wild that's for sheezy These ho's is wasted and they easy And I'm easy and I'm wasted In a nut, little wave chick is on my bracelet Made a mistake, sh**, yes I did And the dirty details ain't fit for kids Party like a rockstar, no not quite I partied like a motherf**ing n***a last night [Hook] Oh my God Look at me From my head To my feet I feel like I'm made of sunshine Mr. DJ, would you drop the beat one time Oh my God Look at me From my head To my feet I feel like I'm made of sunshine Mr. DJ, would you drop the beat one time