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Re-Up Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug dealer
shoveling that devils angel up noses
never let jail turn my shine Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul with civil rights sposes
roof, under glass like a coaster
backseat driver, slurs at the chauffeur
loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our posters
the audacity, war brings
bitch have my son I face 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 lowered our at the colleges
so please dont me, ugh, for the following
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of that Givenchy and lets get
I have your face looking all Cruncy
the devil stay
cause when you 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 Balmain was
had used the leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt struggled
player, all I got is niggas and crooks in my huddle
cook and I smuggle
got pounds of kush in the duffle
so Im running through circles,
boy Im looking Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in niggas was looking
Ive some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple
feds asking niggas questions but I rebuttal
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the with the bubble
with a model broad like I took her from Russell
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer
Royal Flush, so kiss my nuts
aint nothing spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im off of rather yellow gold
exquisite ravioli with some yellow hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap mellow flows
cause all my got bricks like a yellow road

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

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

[J.
Hey, Cole World, way for the chosen one
what you now is putting fear in all the older ones
down played me to downgrade me they dont notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can squeeze my toes in em
fucking hoes while niggas to hold your 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 invited me inside her, aint I to cum?
got niggas thatll blow tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, like you know someone
talking hard, but yall still aint me
they say you are you eat, and I still aint pussy
fuck it, can get it
when youre this hot, a critic
but when youre this everybodys a midget
all this mean mugging from niggas that mean
could it be my is one that you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to past rich
with my badass
and you want no problems on some math class shit
so the young genius out
the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout
I thought that real shit is you been fiending bout
what you been praying for? What you screaming bout?
ironic you been on the one that you been dreaming bout