Looking For Trouble Feat Pusha T Cyhi Da Prince and J Cole-Ye (侃爷)

歌手 : Ye (侃爷)

专辑 : Good Friday

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:37

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TXT Looking For Trouble Feat Pusha T Cyhi Da Prince and J Cole-Ye (侃爷) 文本歌词

Looking For Trouble Feat Pusha T Cyhi Da Prince and J Cole - Kanye West

Re-Up Gang Pusha

(Looking for trouble trouble trouble)

But you found it muthaf**ker

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

B**ch 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 motherf**ker

I'm here it's the misogyny

Bad b**ches massaging me

Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges

So please don't judge me ugh for the following

Fat b**ches swallowing skinny b**ches 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 p**sy 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 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 niggas

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 niggas was looking

I've tooken some whoopings so trust me

Dog I'm good for a scuffle

Don't be mad I whooped your a**

'Cause I've tooken a couple

Feds asking niggas 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

GOOD I do it

B I G Sean Don ni**a

(But you found it mutherf**ker)

B**ch

I'm in that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf**king 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**k a hotel my ni**a we rent houses (houses)

My ni**a 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' a** just finished a poem

Does he sound like

'Ye Jay or Drizzy Drake

Meanwhile I'm chilling with all these niggas

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' a**

From this side of the TV muthaf**ker

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**king hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons

This the rap Moses scratch that

Mary and Joseph's son

High as f**k with a cold flow and a loaded gun

Never say I'm better than Hov

But I'm the closest one

Heard you looking for trouble

What I'm supposed to run

Yo' b**ch invited me inside her

Ain't I supposed to cum

Got niggas that'll blow your tee off

Put a hole in one

Now you outside of heaven's gate

Fronting like you know someone

Talking hard but y'all still ain't push me

They say you are what you eat and I still ain't p**sy

F**k it everybody can get it

When you're this hot everybody's a critic

But when you're this high everybody's a midget

All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing

Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of

Went from quarter to broke to half past rich

With my badass b**ch

And you don't want no problems

On some math class sh*t

So check the young genius out

F**k the World bust a nut

And let my semen sprout

I thought that real sh*t is

What you been fiending 'bout

What you been praying for

What you been screaming 'bout

Ironic you been sleeping on the one

That you been dreaming 'bout"