Clouded Chris - Trouble on my MIND

Ayy, Ayyeee
Ouu yeeha
Ohhh
(Ouu Clouded Chris In The Cut)

R.I.P. Trouble, niggas hatin' over hoes
Life is like a stripper, it's Atlanta we got Poles
Wake up in the morning to the drama, here we go
If ya wife wanna fusc, my nigga let it go
R.I.P. Trouble, niggas hatin' over hoes
Life is like a stripper, it's Atlanta we got Poles
Wake up in the morning to the drama, here we go
If ya wife wanna fusc, my nigga let it go

"I faced this nigga wife now he mad at me
"That nigga lame, he ain't really live like me
"Pulled up on lil mama without the nine on me
"I don't know that nigga and that nigga don't know me
Damn it make me wonder
What was Trouble thinking
New hoes, we can link at telly's if we really meeting
Shit been crazy in the A
Me, I ficin see it
If you ain't from round here, just know that it's robbing season
Gotta watch ya back, gotta watch ya moves
It's a Marathon, you betta move smooth
Don't get mad about that bitch, Do YOU
Put that work in wit ya time, you can't lose
We big steppin' on niggas like Kendrick
In the Cut and I'm plottin' on a million
People talk down, but they ain't really living
Niggas hatin' over hoes, they ain't chillin'

R.I.P. Trouble, niggas hatin' over hoes
Life is like a stripper, it's Atlanta we got Poles
Wake up in the morning to the drama, here we go
If ya wife wanna fusc, my nigga let it go
R.I.P. Trouble, niggas hatin' over hoes
Life is like a stripper, it's Atlanta we got Poles
Wake up in the morning to the drama, here we go
If ya wife wanna fusc, my nigga let it go

Gotta let it goo
You wanna kill me
Over some coochie
You wanna kill me
Over some pussy

Damn

Written by:
C Olds

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