Trouble chords by Leki

SimplifiedD · Bm · C#m · G

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Intro 1

Verse 1
D 
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Check my hype for me again
With a little bit of high
Little bit of low
Your man just got a little bit of dough
He puffin' just got a little bit of throw
I kill flows, fast and slow, so get low
Here we go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe
And all these folks don't buy
their clothes with truth
A special girl, you deserve the world
Rubies, platinum, diamonds, and pearls
Ski, ski, ski, ski, toes curl
Beep, beep, beep, beep, don't tell
Meet me at the hotel
We can do it, do it well
Angel, I'm from your house, my
So you're that fly guy on
Vogue
Everybody think you're
Bm 
the baddest dog
D 
Game tight, rocks right
Every chick here think
you're out of sight
You're the kinda kid I don't
wanna mess with
Bad for my health, it's been tested
Bm 
D 
Nig ga like you get me arrested
Cause a dog like you can't be trusted
You that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that
Coca -Cola bottle down, you big, trouble
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that big dog vibe,
boy, I know you trouble
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that
Coca -Cola bottle down, you big, trouble
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that big dog vibe, boy,
C#m 
D 
I know you trouble
Yeah, boy, I can tell
What you do, you do it well
Everybody's in your spare,
won't buy one them hoochies fair
But I'm that special kind,
I know I blow your mind
Lockin' my curvy waist,
you can't wait to get a taste
I'm lookin' at you, how you cookin'?
Bm 
D 
You got me interested in
G 
your body features
D 
You a freak, baby, I can smell it
Pullin' up on whips, niggas can't afford
It's on my lawn,
G 
D 
smack you on that ass like you
Janet layin' on my lawn
And that's my freaky side,
and you can catch me with a camcorder
G 
Filmin' at the
D 
Hilton, cause I'm always live
But for now we take finale's and bottles
G 
D 
And tell the waiter to recon them
See these niggas goin' full
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that
Coca -Cola bottle
Now you big big trouble
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that big dog vibe
Boy I know you trouble
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that
Coca -Cola bottle
Now you big big trouble
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that big dog vibe
Bm 
D 
Boy I know you trouble
I got them killer looks, I know you know you got the parlay,
I know your trouble baby,
that's why I prefer to stay away,
you got that sweet talk, but I like it sugar free,
you got too much, yeah you got too much game for me,
you got that cha -cha -cha -cha, you
got that blah -blah -blah -blah,
you got that coca -cola bottle down your big, big trouble,
you got that cha -cha -cha -cha,
you got that blah -blah -blah -blah, you got that big dog
You got that cha -cha -cha -cha
You got that blah -blah -blah -blah
You got that big dog vibe,