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  • Текст песни Kanye West ft Pusha T, CyHi Da Prynce, Big Sean, J Cole - Looking for trouble

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    Тут находится текст песни Kanye West ft Pusha T, CyHi Da Prynce, Big Sean, J Cole - Looking for trouble, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    [Pusha T]
    Re-Up Gang Pusha
    (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
    But you found it muthaf-cker
    Yes
    All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
    shoveling that devil’s angel up they noses
    never let jail turn my shine into Moses
    couldn’t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes
    panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster
    backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur
    killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
    Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters
    the audacity, war brings casualty
    bitch have my son before I face that tragedy
    ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi
    R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse
    Gone!!!

    (You seek out problems)
    (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
    But you found it m-therf-cker

    [Kanye West]
    I’m here, it’s the misogyny
    bad bitches massaging me
    sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges
    so please don’t judge me, ugh, for the following
    fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
    take of that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy
    I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy
    the devil stay testing
    ’cause when you chase the pussy it’s a sin
    but if it falls in your lap it’s a blessing
    soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
    French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive
    had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

    [Cyhi The Prynce]
    Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah
    boy, we looking for trouble
    maybe if we wasn’t black then we wouldn’t have struggled
    player, all I got is trap n-ggas and crooks in my huddle
    they cook and I smuggle
    got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle
    so I’m running through them circles,
    boy I’m looking like Knuckles
    look at my knuckles, got the hook in ’cause n-ggas was looking
    I’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I’m good for a scuffle
    don’t be mad I whooped your ass ’cause I’ve tooken a couple
    feds asking n-ggas questions but I wouldn’t rebuttal
    ‘cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubble
    with a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
    didn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
    Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
    ain’t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
    but now I’m eating off of rather yellow gold
    exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes
    but don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows
    ‘cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road

    [Big Sean]
    GOOD, I do it
    B.I.G. Sean Don n-gga
    (But you found it mutherf-cker)
    bitch
    I’m in, that no-smoke sec’ rolling motherf-cking ounces
    marijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncing
    three chains on, I don’t need no bouncers
    nothing less than a G stack’s in my trousers
    (Boy)
    new double-D’s smashed in her blouses
    f-ck a hotel, my n-gga we rent houses (houses)
    my n-gga, we rent houses
    so many wedding rings lost in them couches
    I’m just a Westside lover
    I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber
    this is showtime, showtime, boy
    I hope you set the DVR
    stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR
    ‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne
    so now I’m snapping like yo’ ass just finished a poem
    does he sound like ‘Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
    meanwhile, I’m chilling with all these n-ggas, counting all this money you ain’t
    consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
    a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime
    greet me wit a middle finger when you see me
    it’s cool, ’cause I can’t see yo’ ass from this side of the TV muthaf-cker

    [J. Cole]
    Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one
    what you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones
    down played me to downgrade me like they don’t notice son
    your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em
    f-cking hoes while teaching n-ggas to hold your sons
    this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s son
    high as f-ck with a cold flow and a loaded gun
    never sa

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