Trouble B Don

[Intro: Taylor Swift & B Don]
No apologies, he'll never see you cry
Pretends he doesn't know that he's the reason why (Grah, grah, grah)
You're drowning, you're drowning (Grah, grah, grah)
You're drowning-ing-ing-ing-ing

[Verse 1: B Don & Taylor Swift]
When gang pull up you know we start trouble (Grah, and I heard you moved on)
Gally with me, ain’t no time to rumble (Grah, grah, boom, from whispers on the street)
Dropped the Wock’ in the soda, it bubble (Like what?, a new notch in your belt)
Tryna flex, catch a shot in your muscle (Grah, grah, boom, is all I'll ever be)
Catch a PD, now I gotta dip (And now I see)
Love my ouder, he movin’ with Swift (Like what?, now I see)
Know my feelings by taking a sip (Rrrah, now I see-e-e-e-e)
She caught feelings after taking this dick (Uh-huh)
She keep telling me

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & B Don]
I knew you were trouble when you walked in (Yeah I know it, yeah I know it, grah, grah, grah)
So shame on me now (Grah)
Flew me to places I'd never been (Like what?, grah)
Left a lil’ nigga–
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground (Grah, grah, grah)

[Verse 2: B Don & Taylor Swift]
Left a lil’ nigga on the turf (Boom, oh)
Mama had her a savage since birth (Oh, trouble)
Dashin’ the Phantom, ion go to church (Skrrt-skrrt, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Throwing truffle, man ain’t gotta, feel like I’m Kurt (Grah, grah, boom)
Been through a lot, yeah, my feelings been hurt (Oh)
Still on my wave, you all know how to surf (Oh, trouble)
Bro, I can’t wait ‘til your ass in a hearse (Boom, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Bro, I can’t wait to put you in my verse (Grah, grah, grah)
I can’t accept no apologies (At all, no apologies)
I know, my mama, she proud of me (Like what?, he'll never see you cry)
They tryna see a demon come up outta me (Rrrah, pretends he doesn't know)
I be drippin’ and clickin’, it gotta be (Drip, drip, that he's the reason why)
The reason they hate, ‘cause the job well done, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout steak (Grah, you're drowning, you're drowning)
And these niggas ain’t spooky, these niggas be fake (He’s fake, you're drowning-ing-ing-ing-ing)
Had to hit the bro Josh, he pull up with the drake (Like, grah)
That’s my brother, yeah, I love him like he from my mother (That’s a fact, and I heard you moved on from whispers on the street)
We get high, yeah, I’m bringing the summer (Grah, grah, a new notch in your belt)
Leave a stain on your tee like it’s color (Grah, grah, boom, is all I'll ever be)
Tell these niggas to catch, I don’t muscle (Like what?, and now I see)
Man, these niggas be sweet like they butter (Grah, grah, boom, now I see)
You don’t know half the shit that I suffered (At all, now I see-e-e-e-e)
Ain’t no stretch in my song, but we stretch him (Grah, grah, boom)
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