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Re-Up Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug dealer
shoveling that angel up they noses
never let jail turn my shine Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul them civil rights sposes
panoramic roof, under glass like a
driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, Mikimoto her
Photo-op priceless, frame our wanted posters
the audacity, war casualty
bitch have my son before I face that
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

[Kanye
Im here, its the
bad massaging me
we lowered our standards at the colleges
so please judge me, ugh, for the following
fat bitches swallowing, bitches modeling
of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your face all Captain Cruncy
the devil stay
when you chase the pussy its a sin
but if it falls in your lap its a
as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, Balmain was impressive
had the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt black then we have 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 in cause niggas was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped ass cause Ive tooken a couple
feds asking questions but I wouldnt rebuttal
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the with the bubble
with a tall broad like I took 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 from the soil, bruh
but now Im off of rather yellow gold
exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow
but dont get it when I rap these mellow flows
cause all my Titos got like a yellow road

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

Im in, that no-smoke sec motherfucking ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
three chains on, I dont no bouncers
nothing than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Ds smashed in her
a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so many wedding 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 me a seat to sit at the throne
so now Im snapping like yo ass just a poem
he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, all this money you aint
yourself lucky to see a legend 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 of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the one
what you now hear is fear in all the older ones
played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can barely my toes in em
fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold sons
this the rap Moses, that, Mary and Josephs son
high as fuck with a cold and a loaded gun
say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one
heard you for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
yo invited me inside 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
they say you are you eat, and I still aint pussy
fuck it, can get it
youre this hot, everybodys a critic
but when youre this high a midget
all mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing
could it be my position is one you dreamed of?
went from 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 thought that real shit is what you fiending bout
what you praying for? What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been bout