[Verse 1]
Straight shooter
Eye on the prize
I got whiskey
And sinning on my mind
I wanna taste you
And the smoke on your lips
This is a warning
I kill with my hips
[Verse 2]
Did they tell you I eat men for meals
And how bout crush you, with these six inch heels
I got you speechless
And knockin' at my door
I'll leave you soulless
But prayin' for more
[Chorus]
I am trouble
The trouble in your mind
Yeah, I'm trouble
The unforgiving kind
A different kind of crazy
That I was born to be
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me (Hey)
Straight shooter
Eye on the prize
I got whiskey
And sinning on my mind
I wanna taste you
And the smoke on your lips
This is a warning
I kill with my hips
[Verse 2]
Did they tell you I eat men for meals
And how bout crush you, with these six inch heels
I got you speechless
And knockin' at my door
I'll leave you soulless
But prayin' for more
[Chorus]
I am trouble
The trouble in your mind
Yeah, I'm trouble
The unforgiving kind
A different kind of crazy
That I was born to be
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me (Hey)
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