Songtexte Trouble In Paradise - SSCSnotty

Turn up and I'm wilding
I got drip like an island
Skirt the whip and it's topless
Run up and we leave him topless
Yeah, we aim at his noggin
I don't do no talking
I'm off the drink so you know that I'm falling
Then I just cool with your Shawty
I'm off the gas I'm a zombie
Hit that boy run to his Mommy
Jump out the house feel like Carti
Nigga can't come to this party

That boy get popped like a motherfuckin' Pepsi
I just want sex I'm feeling like Jeffrey
I got the hoes man I feel like I'm Heffner
Big hollow tip we not shooting no pellet
BB my belt rocking Maison Margiela
Boy he not your feller we know that he telling
My diamonds is water my need an umbrella
I can't hear these niggas feel like Helen Keller
She coming right with me I don't got to tell her
That gas on me stinky I know that you smell it

She like "Our love?'
That boy get stomp like a motherfuckin' bug
I fuck on that hoe I don't give her hug
That boy he get swept like a motherfuckin' rug
Niggas is bitches they play in the tub
I know that they know that Snotty going up
I'm with your bitch in a palace
Lay that hoe down like a motherfuckin' palette
Nigga think he racing me in a rally?
Catch him run down we stick him in the alley
Big wood on me you know that it's portable
I get what I want and you get what's affordable
I get on the motherfuckin' beat and go overboard
That hoe steady tripping I might need another whore
Ice on my neck and it's raining it make it pour
She walk around the spot little bitch this is not a tour
Hit it one time and you know that she wanting more
Roll up a wood and you know I need four or more
Nigga think he passing me I just close the door
Shrimp that man yeah you know Snotty just short that boy
Diamonds is dancing I might need a color board
My niggas crazy like motherfuckin' Jersey Shore

I do the motherfuckin' dash
Grip on this motherfuckin' mag
Then I'll aim it right up at his mask
That's what you get for trying to run up