Pusha T - Trouble lyrics
[Pusha T - Trouble lyrics]
Female rapper, L Street
And you now rocking with
DJ Hood it's official let's get it aye
Shouts out to my lil homie, young Oliver
What do you want fucko? You want something?
L swear on my fucking mother
If you touch her again, you're dead
Don't shoot
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' hoses
Panoramic roof under glass like a coaster
Backseat driver
Racial slurs at the chauffeur kilian loafers
Photo op is priceless
Frame my wanted posters
War brings casualty
Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy
I ordered hit's, She orders Mahi r-IP Vivian
Shoutout to
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