that it won't last for long Soon it will be over and you'll be moving on Trouble ain't gon' be here everyday Even though sometimes it seems like it won't
need And if you hear what I'm saying I'm sure you'll agree that?- [Chorus:] Trouble ain't gon' be here everyday Even though sometimes it seems like it won't
Tradução: Mary Mary. Problema no es.
she ain't the one to be playing with [Mario] I talk black about things I do Guess she could tell cause my rocks got blue And every man ain't gotta different
to spend And I know they really don't want no trouble My heat get double double or we got get on a hustle And it ain't no party like a Bone Thug party
up ahead" Ain't nothing like a light that shines on me in Maria's bed Well I'll take my blessings at the riverhead I'm living in the light of Maria's
I ain't lookin' for trouble, I ain't looking for a fight Honey rockaway these days, rockaway these nights Well at a picnic one Sunday Billy met Mary Dove Mary
Frankie and Frankie ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down I get a call over the radio Frankie's in trouble downtown
I can't drive then call me a cab (ese!) In my closet the weed is dried out Like Eiht said, ain't no place to hide out I don't wanna buy no weed from no
and the places we've stayed I left from the dockland two years ago now Made my way over on the S.S. Marie And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled
body gettin cold (He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..) [Wyclef and Mary J. Blige] I'm feelin you girl I understand [Mary J. Blige
Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary(haha off top!) Mercy Mary
fades away And everything I got Is everything that I want And I ain't got no trouble gettin' it on, babe Hey, I ain't got no trouble gettin' it on Mary
: (feat. Pusha T, Big Sean, Cyhi Da Prynce, J. Cole) [Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker
tacky Cary Grant And some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary you won't hear those voices
the jam in my '62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain
