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T:]
Re-Up Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is black roses, dealer poses
shoveling that devils angel up noses
never let jail turn my shine into
couldnt my soul with them civil rights sposes
panoramic roof, under glass like a
backseat driver, racial at the chauffeur
killian loafers, Mikimoto her
Photo-op priceless, frame our wanted posters
the audacity, war brings
bitch my son before I face that tragedy
ugh, I hits, she orders mahi
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 dont judge me, ugh, for the following
fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches
take of that Givenchy and lets get
I have your face looking all Cruncy
the devil stay
cause when you chase the its a sin
but if it falls in lap its a blessing
soon as I got salad, I it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that was impressive
had used the main (leathers, leathers, leathers)

The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have
player, all I got is niggas and crooks in my huddle
they cook and I
got twenty pounds of kush in the
so Im running them circles,
boy Im looking Knuckles
at my knuckles, got the hook in cause niggas was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped your ass Ive tooken a couple
feds asking niggas questions but I rebuttal
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the
with a tall model broad like I her from Russell
didnt the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
aint nothing silver spooned, I came the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather gold
exquisite with some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused I rap these mellow flows
cause all my got bricks like a yellow road

Sean:]
GOOD, I do it
B.I.G. Don nigga
(But you it mutherfucker)

Im in, that no-smoke sec motherfucking ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
three on, I dont need no bouncers
nothing less than a G stacks in my
(Boy)
new double-Ds in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we houses (houses)
my nigga, we rent
so many wedding rings in them couches
Im just a Westside
I females 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, look CPR
Ye me a seat 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 with all these niggas, all this money you aint
consider yourself lucky to see a before the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG 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
what you now is putting fear in all the older ones
down played me to downgrade me like they dont son
shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em
fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your
this the rap Moses, that, Mary and Josephs son
high as fuck a cold flow and a loaded gun
never say Im than Hov, but Im the closest one
you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
yo bitch invited me inside her, 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 aint push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still aint
it, everybody can get it
when this hot, everybodys 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?
went quarter to broke to half past rich
my badass bitch
and you dont no problems on some math class shit
so check the genius out
fuck the World, a nut, and let my semen sprout
I that real shit is what you been fiending bout
you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been bout