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

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

[Kanye
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 that Givenchy and get raunchy
I have your face looking all Cruncy
the stay testing
cause when you the pussy its a sin
but if it falls in lap its a blessing
as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that was impressive
had used the leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

The Prynce:]
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 pounds of in the duffle
so Im running them circles,
boy Im looking Knuckles
at my knuckles, got the hook in cause niggas was looking
Ive tooken whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a
feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt
cause Im Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble
with a tall model broad I took her from Russell
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer
Royal Flush, so my royal nuts
aint silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather yellow
exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow
but get it confused when I rap these mellow flows
cause all my Titos got bricks like a road

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

Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling ounces
mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing
three chains on, I dont need no
nothing than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Ds in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we houses (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so many wedding rings lost in them
Im a Westside lover
I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a
is showtime, showtime, boy
I you set the DVR
stacking face to face, dish it, look like 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 Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all niggas, counting all this money you aint
consider lucky to see a legend before the prime
a before the crime, a BIG before the Dime
greet me wit a finger when you see me
its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from side of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the one
what you now hear is putting fear in all the ones
down played me to downgrade me like they notice son
your shoes too big too I can barely squeeze my toes in em
hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and son
high as fuck with a flow and a loaded gun
say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one
heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to
yo invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a in one
now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you someone
hard, but yall still aint push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still aint
fuck it, can get it
when youre this hot, a critic
but youre this high everybodys a midget
all this mean mugging niggas that mean nothing
could it be my position is one that you of?
went from to broke to half past rich
with my bitch
and you want no problems on some math class shit
so the young 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 for? What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been on the one that you been dreaming bout