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  • Текст песни Мы под эту ваще в машине устроили дестрой - по-моему даже потушили бычок о вадима ногу...

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    [Verse 1 - Pusha T]
    It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out
    Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
    Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
    Kill bin Laden, 'nother four up in the black house
    Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
    Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots
    G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the last spot
    Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, 'Ye done hit the jackpot
    Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
    That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
    That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
    That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
    Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
    The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
    Runnin' like the rebels, you and LV
    Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

    [Hook]
    Trouble on my mind
    I got trouble on my mind
    Trouble on my mind
    So much trouble on my mind

    [Verse 2 - Tyler]
    Pharrell said "get 'em", so I got 'em
    Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
    Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I'm a problem
    Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
    Pardon my French, I'm going hard as my dick
    When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips
    Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar
    Triceratops dinosaur dick
    I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks
    Is a must, like the arm of my pits
    You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
    On sale during Christmas in Philly
    Um, well, not really, it's getting kinda chilly
    Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
    Soaked, getting jiggy with it and Bel-Air's richest
    With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Tyler]
    I'm a fucking walking paradox
    And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks
    Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin', "West side!"
    With the speakers blastin' a pair of Pacs
    Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
    Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free, willy
    The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
    And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the

    [Pusha T]
    With the Re-Up's a helluva buzz
    Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
    Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
    And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
    This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
    Two different worlds, same symmetry
    And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top
    Of your game, you make enemies, you'll never finish me

    [Hook]

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