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T:]
Re-Up Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it
Yes
All I see is black roses, dealer poses
shoveling that devils angel up they
never let jail turn my shine into
couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights
roof, under glass like a coaster
backseat driver, slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, Mikimoto her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
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 found it

West:]
Im here, its the
bad bitches me
sometimes we our standards at the colleges
so please judge me, ugh, for the following
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I your face looking all Captain 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, Balmain was impressive
had the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we looking for
maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt struggled
player, all I got is trap niggas and in my huddle
they cook and I
got twenty of kush in the duffle
so Im running through 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 your 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 play the cards I was dealt, I the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so kiss my royal
nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather yellow
exquisite ravioli some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it when I rap these mellow flows
all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road

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

Im in, no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
three chains on, I dont no bouncers
less than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Ds smashed in her
fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so wedding rings lost in them couches
Im a Westside lover
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, like CPR
Ye invited me a seat to sit at the
so now Im snapping like yo ass finished a poem
does he like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all niggas, counting all this money you aint
consider lucky to see a legend before the prime
a killer the crime, a BIG before the Dime
me wit a middle 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
you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones
down played me to me like they dont notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can squeeze my toes in em
fucking while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and son
high as fuck with a cold and a loaded gun
never say Im better Hov, but Im the closest one
you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
yo invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
got niggas thatll your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, like you know someone
hard, but yall still aint push me
they say you are what you eat, and I 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 nothing
could it be my is one that you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to half past
my badass bitch
and you dont want no problems on math class shit
so check the genius out
fuck the World, a nut, and let my semen sprout
I thought that real is what you been fiending bout
what you been praying What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you dreaming bout