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T:]
Re-Up Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is roses, drug dealer poses
that devils angel up they noses
never let jail turn my shine into
couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil sposes
panoramic roof, under glass like a
backseat driver, slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, Mikimoto her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
the audacity, war casualty
bitch have my son I face that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she orders
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower
Gone!!!

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

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

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have
player, all I got is trap and crooks in my huddle
they and I smuggle
got pounds of kush in the duffle
so Im running them circles,
boy Im like Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in cause niggas was
Ive tooken 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 wouldnt
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the with the bubble
with a tall model broad like I her from Russell
didnt the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so my royal nuts
aint silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather gold
exquisite with some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it when I rap these mellow flows
cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow

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

Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
chains on, I dont need no bouncers
nothing than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new smashed in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so many wedding rings in them couches
Im a Westside lover
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 seat to sit at the
so now Im snapping yo ass just finished a poem
does he like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling all these niggas, counting all this money you aint
yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG before the
me wit a middle finger when you see me
its cool, cause I see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the one
what you now hear is putting 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 hoes while teaching niggas to hold your
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and son
high as fuck with a 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 invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
got thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, like you know someone
talking hard, but still aint push me
they say you are you eat, and I still aint pussy
it, everybody can get it
when youre this hot, a critic
but when this high everybodys a midget
all this mugging from niggas that mean nothing
could it be my position is one you dreamed of?
from quarter to broke to half past rich
with my bitch
and you want no problems on some math class shit
so check the genius out
fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen
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 that you been dreaming