B-Major This is the remix Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Face like ten, the shape like eight And I got to blow you out, she taste like cake Wait, look It's your birthday, but then you shouldn't have left home And the first place came were the friends that designate drives And I never met a woman that's too innocent to lie Don't know if you believe, but you the illest chick alive Get brain till I'm sick of it, I call it ill of vibes And I love you for your mind, but I'm out there somethin' different Before I take you any deeper, put a mattress on your feelings While I'm back here, just twist it, she feel it, she tease She ain't ready to, just let her fuck with me Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go I told you Not to wear them pants that make that ass poke Like that real nigga fuck around, have stroke like that I told you Not to touch right there while I'm drivin' this car Like that you would make a real nigga have a heart attack Don't do it, no Got my eyes on your legs and my mind on your head Know what you said, but girl, you gon' do it, though Don't do it slow, gon' do it fast Either way, you know you'll have some trouble But she like the tension Hang around a nigga cause the pussy I'm lynchin' She know what I'm about Know I love her mouth Cause she don't run her mouth, that's Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Go up to my room You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy, naughty girl You know what you're doin', baby Go up to my room You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy, naughty girl Yo, listen, uh-oh Look like somebody need a time-out But just in time cause I need something to rhyme about Sit in that corner, but keep pokin' that behind out I put a belt on that ass, you'll never get the lines out I'm too real, you can forget what they lyin' bout I drop my pants, you gon' think they let the lines out Somebody cool, this badonkadoodle Blow out, tuck in Sound like I'm eatin' ramen noodles Hot and heavy, I'm sweatin' profusely Keep my shades on, Medusa couldn't seduce me Hold up and let me turn the camera on And I'ma put a twist on it like M. Night Shyamalan It's the G.E.W. University of Boston I need all the bad bitches, report to my office And no bad bitches leave out this office Until we find out who's ass the softest Yeah, that's what you're gettin' into Go on, air it out, blow it like events do Back where it came, see the earth don't budge And I threw a boomerang Stop, stop, pause My palms off like a hole in my jaw Word, short skirt, let that ass show Wild out, shout it, do it like a animal Let's go get you in trouble Let's go get you in trouble Let's go get you in trouble Let's go get you in trouble