Artist: Kanye West f/ Big Sean, CyHi Da Prynce, J. Cole, Pusha T Album: Looking For Trouble 12" Song: Looking For Trouble Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Pusha T] + (Kanye West) Re-Up Gang Pusha "Looking for trouble..." (But you found it motherfucker) Yes, 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 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 Uh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse, gone [Kanye West] "Looking for trouble..." But you found it motherfucker Yeah, yeah, I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massaging me Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges So please don't judge me, uh, 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 Crunchy 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 Hedi Slimane leathers [CyHi Da Prynce] CyHi, yeah Boy, we looking for trouble Maybe if we wasn't black, then we wouldn't have struggled Player, all I got is track 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 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 reshuffle 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 the yellow road [Big Sean] + (Kanye West) GOOD, I do it B-I-G Sean Don nigga "Looking for trouble..." (But you found it motherfucker) Bitch I'm in 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-stack's in my trousers New double Ds smashed in her blouses Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses My nigga, we rent houses So many wedding rings lost in them couches I'm just a westside lover I leave my 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 snapping like yo ass just finished a poem Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay and 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 Don Greet me with a middle finger when you see me It's cool cause I can't see your ass from this side of the TV, motherfucker [J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones Downplayed me to downgrade me like they don't notice son Your shoes too big to fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in 'em Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons This is 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're looking for trouble, what I'm supposed to run? Your bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to come/cum? Got niggas that will 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 pussy 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