Alternative Trouble - LUCKI

Alternative Trouble - LUCKI

  • Album: Alternative Trap

  • Year of release: 2013
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:18

Below is the lyrics of the song Alternative Trouble , artist - LUCKI with translation

Lyrics " Alternative Trouble "

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Alternative Trouble

LUCKI

We are the wild youth

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yo, yo, yo

I’m trouble, trouble’s all I’m after

Besides the unread chapters, I probably close it up soon

I wouldn’t leave it, I’m just actin'

Committed man to this traffic, I might as well jump the broom

I make it fast, split off profit with my friends

Scratchin' but we chasing bags like plastic blowing in the wind

I make it fast, split off profit with my friends

Scratchin' but we chasing bags like plastic blowing in the wind

Lucki Eck$ and Lucki Eck$ I do it all for them

I leave the trail mixed, to get the checks, I swear it’s just the thrill

Been tryna get rich since I moved my first rock

'Cause ever since, I’ve been Patrick how I’m livin' under these rocks

And I’ve been near a lot, it’s gettin' easy, gotta stop it

I’ve been stainin' drugs and doing 'em, forgettin' about the profit

I can stay out if I lock it, pickin' white as if it’s cotton

Master said that I should pay for that it’s TOL, I drop 'em, uh

Back down them old dusty roads

For that all American dream shit, I think I’m Dusty Rhodes

I give a few a bloody nose, and others do it for a rush

Some wear expensive clothes and others cop lookin' like bums

I don’t judge 'em, they pay me and move, it’s simple

Know nothing is smooth, I love for this soothin' mushroom

Without me all their days would be night, I show 'em

Connected like Skype, the plumber put fix in their pipe

Then I give 'em nothin' but trouble

I get 'em where they need second-hand, I’m like a shuttle

Never stick to the plan, I’m Peyton out of the huddle

Used all the pots and pans, I clean 'em before my mother, uh

Is trapping as hard as it gets?

These niggas say they trapping, naa they’re the hostages

Cheat codes won’t get a motherfucker far as this

This life a stain, what sloppy eating on carpets get

And I give 'em nothing but trouble, uh

And I give 'em nothing but trouble, uh

And I give 'em nothing but trouble, uh

And I give 'em nothing but trouble, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

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