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

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

[Kanye
Im here, its the
bad massaging me
sometimes we lowered our at the colleges
so please dont me, ugh, for the following
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your face all Captain Cruncy
the stay testing
cause you chase the pussy 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, Balmain was impressive
had the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we looking for
maybe if we black then we wouldnt have struggled
player, all I got is trap and crooks in my huddle
they and I smuggle
got twenty pounds of in the duffle
so Im running through circles,
boy Im like Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in cause was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so me, dog Im good for a scuffle
be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple
feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood the bubble
with a tall model broad like I took her Russell
didnt play the I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so kiss my nuts
nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of yellow gold
ravioli 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, no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
three chains on, I dont no bouncers
nothing less than a G stacks in my
(Boy)
new smashed in her blouses
a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
my nigga, we rent
so wedding rings lost 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 to face, dish it, look like CPR
Ye invited me a to sit at the throne
so now Im snapping like yo ass finished a poem
does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy
meanwhile, Im chilling with all niggas, counting all this money you aint
yourself 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 this of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the one
what you now hear is putting fear in all the older
down played me to downgrade me they dont notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can barely 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 flow and a 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 your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, like you know someone
talking hard, but yall still push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still pussy
fuck it, can get it
youre this hot, everybodys a critic
but when youre this high a midget
all this mean mugging from that mean nothing
it be my position is one that you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to half rich
my badass bitch
and you dont want no problems on some math shit
so check the young out
fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen
I thought that real shit is what you been bout
you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one you been dreaming bout