Trouble (Remix) (ft Wale, Trey Songz, T-Pain & J. Cole)

[Wale:]
Face like 10. Shape like 8. And I gotta blow you out
She taste like cake. Wait... Look... Its your birthday...
Well then you shouldnt of left home in the first place...
Came with her friends the designate driver...
And I never met a woman thats so innocent to lie...
Dont know if you believe but you the illest chick alive.
Ya brain tell em sick of it I call it ill advised.
And I love you for your mind...
But Im afta summthin different...
For I take you any deepper...
Put a mattress on your feelins...
While Im back here.
Just twisten shes fellin she tease she aint ready to **** she loves f*** *n with me...
[Hook:]
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
[Trey Songz:]
I told you...
Not to wear them pants
That make yuh ass poke like that.
Real ***** **** around and stroke like that
I told youuu.
Not to touch right there when Im driving this car like that
You gon make a real ***** have a heart attack-
Dont do it no.
Got my eyes on your legs
And my mind on your head
Know what you said-
Buh girl you gon do it though.
Gon do it slow
Dont do it fast
See the way you move, your ass in trouble.
But she likes the attention.
Hang around a ***** cause the ***** on lunch-in
She know what Im about
She know I loveher mouth
Cause she dont run her mouth.
Dats
[Hook:]
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
[Bei Major:]
Go up to my room, youve been such a, such a bad girl
Such a ***y naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
Youve been such a, such a bad girl
Such a ***y naughty girl
(Oooh, oooh)
[T-Pain:]
Oooh ohh look like somebody need a time out
But just in time cause I need something to rhyme bout
Sit in the corner but keep poking that behind out
I put a belt on that ass youll never get them lines out
Im too real you can forget what they lying bout
I drop my pants you gon think they let the lions out rawrr
Somebody cool as bedonkadoodle, blow out suck in
Sound like Im eating ramen noodles
Hot and heavy Im sweating profusely
Keep my shades on medusa couldnt seduce me
Hold up and let me turn the camera on
And Im a put a twist on it like its m. night shamalyan
[Hook - part:]
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
[J. Cole:]
Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin ****** girlfriends
Thats my old bad habit
Here you go, wearing hat
Already know, what Im staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody bettertake care of that
And who
Better than, the ***** in the lettermen
When your man aint home, you can let him in
Late night let em in
I aint gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell

[Hook:]
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Its gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)