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T:]
Re-Up Gang
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it
Yes
All I see is black roses, dealer poses
shoveling that devils angel up they
never let jail turn my shine into
couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights
panoramic roof, under glass a coaster
driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, chokes her
Photo-op priceless, frame our wanted posters
the audacity, war brings
bitch have my son I face that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she orders
R.I.P. Blake, shout out the shower posse
Gone!!!

(You out problems)
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it motherfucker

West:]
Im here, its the
bad bitches me
sometimes we lowered our standards at the
so please dont judge me, ugh, for the
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your looking all Captain Cruncy
the devil stay
cause you chase the pussy its a sin
but if it falls in your lap its a
soon as I got salad, I spent it all on
French, to be exact, that was impressive
had used the main (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt black then we have struggled
player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my
they and I smuggle
got twenty of kush in the duffle
so Im running through circles,
boy Im looking like
at my knuckles, got the hook in cause niggas was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a
dont be mad I whooped your ass Ive tooken a couple
feds asking niggas questions but I rebuttal
Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble
with a tall model broad like I took her from
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer
Royal Flush, so kiss my nuts
aint nothing silver spooned, I came the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of yellow gold
exquisite ravioli with some happy hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap these flows
cause all my Titos got like a yellow road

[Big
GOOD, I do it
B.I.G. Sean Don
(But you it mutherfucker)

Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking
marijuana mountains, youre not pronouncing
chains on, I dont need no bouncers
nothing less a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Ds in her blouses
a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
my nigga, we rent
so many wedding rings in them couches
Im just a lover
I leave females in my sheets and all my in a rubber
is showtime, showtime, boy
I you set the DVR
stacking face to face, dish it, look like CPR
Ye me a seat to sit at the throne
so now Im like yo ass just finished a poem
does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, all this money you aint
yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG before the
greet me wit a middle finger you see me
its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the one
you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones
down played me to downgrade me like they dont son
your shoes too big too I can barely squeeze my toes in em
fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold sons
this the rap Moses, that, Mary and Josephs son
high as fuck with a flow and a loaded gun
never say Im than Hov, but Im the closest one
heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to
yo bitch me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a in one
now you outside of gate, fronting like you know someone
talking hard, but yall still aint me
say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy
fuck it, can get it
when this hot, everybodys a critic
but youre this high everybodys a midget
all this mean mugging from niggas that nothing
could it be my is one that you dreamed of?
went from to broke to half past rich
my badass bitch
and you dont want no on some math class shit
so check the young out
fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my sprout
I thought that real shit is you been fiending bout
what you been praying for? What you been bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one you been dreaming bout