Lirik Looking For Trouble feat. Pusha T, Big Sean, Cyhi Da Prynce, J. Cole - Kanye West
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Re-Up Gang PushaBut you found it muthafuckerYesAll I see is black roses, drug dealer posesshoveling that devil’s angel up they nosesnever let jail turn my shine into Mosescouldn’t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposespanoramic roof, under glass like a coasterbackseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeurkillian loafers, Mikimoto chokes herPhoto-op this priceless, frame our wanted postersthe audacity, war brings casualtybitch have my son before I face that tragedyugh, I order hits, she orders mahiR.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posseGone!!!
But you found it motherfucker
I’m here, it’s the misogynybad bitches massaging mesometimes we lowered our standards at the collegesso please don’t judge me, ugh, for the followingfat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modelingtake of that Givenchy and let’s get raunchyI have your face looking all Captain Cruncythe devil stay testing’cause when you chase the pussy it’s a sinbut if it falls in your lap it’s a blessingsoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressingFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressivehad used the main leathers
Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeahboy, we looking for troublemaybe if we wasn’t black then we wouldn’t have struggledplayer, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddlethey cook and I smugglegot twenty pounds of kush in the duffleso I’m running through them circles,boy I’m looking like Knuckleslook at my knuckles, got the hook in ’cause niggas was lookingI’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I’m good for a scuffledon’t be mad I whooped your ass ’cause I’ve tooken a couplefeds asking niggas questions but I wouldn’t rebuttal‘cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubblewith a tall model broad like I took her from Russelldidn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffleRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nutsain’t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruhbut now I’m eating off of rather yellow goldexquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoesbut don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows‘cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road
GOOD, I do itB.I.G. Sean Don nigga
bitchI’m in, that no-smoke sec’ rolling motherfucking ouncesmarijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncingthree chains on, I don’t need no bouncersnothing less than a G stack’s in my trousers
new double-D’s smashed in her blousesfuck a hotel, my nigga we rent housesmy nigga, we rent housesso many wedding rings lost in them couchesI’m just a Westside loverI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubberthis is showtime, showtime, boyI hope you set the DVRstacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throneso now I’m snapping like yo’ ass just finished a poemdoes he sound like ‘Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?meanwhile, I’m chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’tconsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the primea killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dimegreet me wit a middle finger when you see meit’s cool, ’cause I can’t see yo’ ass from this side of the TV muthafucker
Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen onewhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older onesdown played me to downgrade me like they don’t notice sonyour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘emfucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sonsthis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s sonhigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gunnever say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest oneheard you looking for trouble, what, I’m supposed to run?yo’ bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I supposed to cum?got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in onenow you outside of heaven’s gate, fronting like you know someonetalking hard, but y’all still ain’t push methey say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussyfuck it, everybody can get itwhen you’re this hot, everybody’s a criticbut when you’re this high everybody’s a midgetall this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothingcould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?went from quarter to broke to half past richwith my badass bitchand you don’t want no problems on some math class shitso check the young genius outfuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sproutI thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’boutwhat you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout?ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ’bout
But you found it motherfucker
I’m here, it’s the misogynybad bitches massaging mesometimes we lowered our standards at the collegesso please don’t judge me, ugh, for the followingfat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modelingtake of that Givenchy and let’s get raunchyI have your face looking all Captain Cruncythe devil stay testing’cause when you chase the pussy it’s a sinbut if it falls in your lap it’s a blessingsoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressingFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressivehad used the main leathers
Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeahboy, we looking for troublemaybe if we wasn’t black then we wouldn’t have struggledplayer, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddlethey cook and I smugglegot twenty pounds of kush in the duffleso I’m running through them circles,boy I’m looking like Knuckleslook at my knuckles, got the hook in ’cause niggas was lookingI’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I’m good for a scuffledon’t be mad I whooped your ass ’cause I’ve tooken a couplefeds asking niggas questions but I wouldn’t rebuttal‘cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubblewith a tall model broad like I took her from Russelldidn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffleRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nutsain’t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruhbut now I’m eating off of rather yellow goldexquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoesbut don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows‘cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road
GOOD, I do itB.I.G. Sean Don nigga
bitchI’m in, that no-smoke sec’ rolling motherfucking ouncesmarijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncingthree chains on, I don’t need no bouncersnothing less than a G stack’s in my trousers
new double-D’s smashed in her blousesfuck a hotel, my nigga we rent housesmy nigga, we rent housesso many wedding rings lost in them couchesI’m just a Westside loverI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubberthis is showtime, showtime, boyI hope you set the DVRstacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throneso now I’m snapping like yo’ ass just finished a poemdoes he sound like ‘Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?meanwhile, I’m chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’tconsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the primea killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dimegreet me wit a middle finger when you see meit’s cool, ’cause I can’t see yo’ ass from this side of the TV muthafucker
Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen onewhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older onesdown played me to downgrade me like they don’t notice sonyour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘emfucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sonsthis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s sonhigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gunnever say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest oneheard you looking for trouble, what, I’m supposed to run?yo’ bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I supposed to cum?got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in onenow you outside of heaven’s gate, fronting like you know someonetalking hard, but y’all still ain’t push methey say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussyfuck it, everybody can get itwhen you’re this hot, everybody’s a criticbut when you’re this high everybody’s a midgetall this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothingcould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?went from quarter to broke to half past richwith my badass bitchand you don’t want no problems on some math class shitso check the young genius outfuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sproutI thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’boutwhat you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout?ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ’bout
