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Kanye West - Looking For Trouble Lyrics

[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 devilís angel up they noses
never let jail turn my shine into Moses
couldnít 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]
Iím here, itís the misogyny
bad bitches massaging me
sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges
so please donít judge me, ugh, for the following
fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of that Givenchy and letís get raunchy
I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy
the devil stay testing
ícause when you chase the pussy itís a sin
but if it falls in your lap itís a blessing
soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that bar main was impressive
had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The Prynce]
Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah
boy, we looking for trouble
maybe if we wasnít black then we wouldnít 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 Iím running through them circles,
boy Iím looking like Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in ícause n-ggas was looking
Iíve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Iím good for a scuffle
donít be mad I whooped your ass ícause Iíve tooken a couple
feds asking n-ggas questions but I wouldnít rebuttal
Ďcause Iím Jake Gyllenhaal, Iím in the hood with the bubble
with a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
didnít play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
ainít nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Iím eating off of rather yellow gold
exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes
but donít get it confused when I rap these mellow flows
Ďcause 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
Iím in, that no-smoke secí rolling motherf-cking ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks youíre not pronouncing
three chains on, I donít need no bouncers
nothing less than a G stackís in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Dís 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
Iím 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
ĎYe invited me a seat to sit at the throne
so now Iím snapping like yoí ass just finished a poem
does he sound like ĎYe, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, Iím chilling with all these n-ggas, counting all this money you ainít
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
itís cool, ícause I canít see yoí 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 donít notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in Ďem
f-cking hoes while teaching n-ggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephís son
high as f-ck with a cold flow and a loaded gun
never say Iím better than Hov, but Iím the closest one
heard you looking for trouble, what, Iím supposed to run?
yoí bitch invited me inside her, ainít I supposed to cum?
got n-ggas thatíll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavenís gate, fronting like you know someone
talking hard, but yíall still ainít push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still ainít pussy
f-ck it, everybody can get it
when youíre this hot, everybodyís a critic
but when youíre this high everybodyís a midget
all this mean mugging from n-ggas 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 bitch
and you donít want no problems on some math class sh-t
so check the young genius out
f-ck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout
I thought that real sh-t is what you been fiending íbout
what you been praying for? What you been screaming íbout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming íbout
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