Kanye West, Pusha T, CyHi, Big Sean, J. Cole - Looking for Trouble lyrics

Re-Up Gang Pusha música bubble
Not looking for trouble
Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
But you found it, motherfucker
Some shekels fe I shenks yes!
Just a burn up de lamb’s bread

All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
Shoveling that devil’s angel up they noses
Never let jail turn my Shyne into Moses
Couldn’t cleanse my soul with
Them Civil Rights hoses
Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster
Backseat driver
Racial slurs at the chauffeur
Kélian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
Photo-op is priceless
Frame our wanted posters
The audacity, war brings casualty
Bitch, have my son before I face that tragedy
Ugh, I order hit's, she orders mahi


RIP vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse
Gone!

Música bubble not looking for trouble
Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
But you found it, motherfucker
Some shekels fe I shenks yeah, yeah
Just a burn up de lamb’s bread

I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' 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 off that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy
I'll have your face looking
All Captain Crunch-y the devil stay testing
'Cause when you chase the pussy, it’s a sin
But if it falls in your lap, it’s a blessin'
Soon as I got salad
I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact
That Balmain was impressive
Hedi Slimane leathers

CyHi! Yeah!

Boy, we lookin’ 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 20 pounds of kush in the duffle
So I’m running through them circles, boy
I’m lookin 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 ass
'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
Huh, royal flush, so kiss my royal nuts
Ain’t nothing silver-spooned, I came
From the soil, bruh
But now, I’m eatin’ off of Raffaello 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 the yellow road

GOOD! I do it música bubble
Not looking for trouble
B-IG, Sean Don, nigga
Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
But you found it, motherfucker
Some shekels fe I shenks bitch! I'm in
Just a burn up de lamb’s bread

That no-smoke sec'
Rolling motherfucking ounces
Marijuana mountains
Drinks you’re not pronouncing
Three chains on, I don’t need no bouncers
Nothing less than a G stashed in my trousers
(Boy) new double Ds smashed in her blouses
Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses
(Houses) my nigga, 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
This shit look like CPR
‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne
So now I’m snappin’ like yo
Ass just finished the poem
Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay or Drizzy Drake?
(Drizzy Drake)
Meanwhile I’m chillin’ 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 dying
Greet me with a middle finger when you see me
It’s cool 'cause I can’t see yo ass
From this side of the TV, motherfucker!

Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one
What you now hear is puttin’ fear
In all the older ones
Downplayed me to downgrade me like
They don’t notice him
Your shoes too big to fill? I can
Barely squeeze my toes in ‘em
Fucking hoes while teachin' niggas
To hold your sons
This the rap Moses scratch that
Mary and Joseph’s son
High as fuck with a cold
Flow and a loaded gun
Never say I’m better than Hov
But I’m the closest one
Heard you lookin’ for trouble, what
I’m 'sposed to run?
Your bitch invited me inside her
Ain’t I 'sposed to come?
Got niggas that’ll blow your tee off
Put a hole in one
Now you outside of Heaven’s gate
Frontin’ 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 pussy
Hmm, fuck 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 bitch
And you don’t want no problems
On some math class shit
So check the young genius out
Fuck the world, bust a nut
And let my semen sprout
I thought that real shit 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