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Re-Up Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is roses, drug dealer poses
shoveling devils angel up they noses
let jail turn my shine into Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul with them rights sposes
panoramic roof, under like a coaster
backseat driver, racial at the chauffeur
killian loafers, chokes her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
the audacity, war casualty
bitch have my son before I that tragedy
ugh, I hits, she orders mahi
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the posse
Gone!!!

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

[Kanye
Im here, its the
bad bitches me
sometimes we our standards at the colleges
so dont judge me, ugh, for the following
fat bitches swallowing, bitches modeling
of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your face looking all Cruncy
the stay testing
cause when you the pussy its a sin
but if it in your lap its a blessing
soon as I got salad, I it all on dressing
French, to be exact, Balmain was impressive
had used the leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we looking for
maybe if we wasnt then we wouldnt have struggled
player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my
they cook and I
got twenty pounds of in the duffle
so Im through them circles,
boy Im like Knuckles
at my knuckles, got the hook in cause niggas was looking
Ive some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
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 model broad like I took her from Russell
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I the dealer re-shuffle
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
aint nothing spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather gold
exquisite ravioli with happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap mellow flows
all my Titos got bricks 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 ounces
mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing
three chains on, I need no bouncers
nothing less than a G stacks in my
(Boy)
new double-Ds in her blouses
a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
my nigga, we rent
so many rings lost in them couches
Im a Westside lover
I leave females in my sheets and all my in a rubber
is showtime, showtime, boy
I you set the DVR
stacking money face to face, dish it, look CPR
Ye invited me a seat to sit at the
so now Im snapping like yo ass finished a poem
does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy
meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, all this money you aint
consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the
a killer the crime, a BIG before the Dime
greet me wit a middle when you see me
its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV

[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 dont notice son
your too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em
fucking while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, that, Mary and Josephs son
as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun
never say Im better than Hov, but Im the one
heard you for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
yo bitch invited me her, aint I supposed to cum?
got niggas thatll blow tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know
talking hard, but yall still push me
say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy
fuck it, can get it
when this hot, everybodys a critic
but when youre high everybodys a midget
all this mean mugging from that mean nothing
could it be my is one that you dreamed of?
from quarter to broke to half past rich
with my bitch
and you dont want no on some math class shit
so check the genius out
fuck the World, a nut, and let my semen sprout
I thought that real shit is what you been bout
what you been praying for? What you screaming bout?
ironic you sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout