Take It lyrics

by

Bun B


[Chorus: Trouble]
I'm talkin straight cash, let me take that sh*t
Hit you in the club with your chain, let me take that sh*t
Think she your wife, let me take that b*tch
Take her straight up to the room, and make her take this di*k


[Verse 1: Trouble]
Too many youngings broke, they so thirsty for licks
They keep throwin all that money, we take that sh*t
There's some hoes flirtin that ain't gonna let a n*gga hit
I know homies that be like whoa, who would take that b*tch
n*gga, take that chick, as crusial as it seems
It's some fake ass cliques, jewelry the same thing
Take it anyway, that's what I tell the rounds
And I just caught a case, I tell 'm put it down

[Chorus: Trouble]
I'm talkin straight cash, let me take that sh*t
Hit you in the club with your chain, let me take that sh*t
Think she your wife, let me take that b*tch
Take her straight up to the room, and make her take this di*k

[Verse 2: Eldorado Red]
Ricky told me take it, Sees told me take it
Black said he just might have the strap and some strippers naked
Make them walk down the south, to New Jack City
I'll let you keep your bottle, cause you flexin with it
Bet you goin think twice bout stuntin now
Don't bring that paper out, unless you givin it to us now
Round us gangstas, we take your life
[Chorus: Trouble]
I'm talkin straight cash, let me take that sh*t
Hit you in the club with your chain, let me take that sh*t
Think she your wife, let me take that b*tch
Take her straight up to the room, and make her take this di*k
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