[{"id":3462739,"name":"Looking for Trouble","trackName":"Looking for Trouble","artistName":"Kanye West feat. Pusha T, Cyhi the Prynce, Big Sean & J. Cole","albumName":"Friday Night Lights","duration":335.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Re-Up Gang Pusha\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it muthafucker\nYes\nAll I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\nShoveling that devils angel up they noses\nNever let jail turn my shine into Moses\nCouldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\nPanoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\nBackseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\nKillian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\nPhoto-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\nThe audacity, war brings casualty\nBitch have my son before I face that tragedy\nUgh, I order hits, she orders mahi\nR.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\nGone!!!\n\n(You seek out problems)\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it motherfucker\n\nIm here, its the misogyny\nBad bitches massaging me\nSometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\nSo please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\nFat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\nTake of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\nI have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\nThe devil stay testing\nCause when you chase the pussy its a sin\nBut if it falls in your lap its a blessing\nSoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\nFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\nHad used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\nCyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\nBoy, we looking for trouble\nMaybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\nPlayer, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\nThey cook and I smuggle\nGot twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\nSo Im running through them circles,\nBoy Im looking like Knuckles\nLook at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\nIve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\nDont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\nFeds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\nCause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\nWith a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\nDidnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\nRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\nAint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\nBut now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\nExquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\nBut dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\nCause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\nGOOD, I do it\nB.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n(But you found it mutherfucker)\nBitch\nIm in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I dont need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n(Boy)\nNew double-Ds smashed in her blouses\nFuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\nMy nigga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nIm just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy\nI hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\nYe invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\nDoes he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\nMeanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\nGreet me wit a middle finger when you see me\nIts cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\nDown played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\nYour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\nFucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\nHigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\nHeard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\nYo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\nGot niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\nTalking hard, but yall still aint push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\nFuck it, everybody can get it\nWhen youre this hot, everybodys a critic\nBut when youre this high everybodys a midget\nAll this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half past rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you dont want no problems on some math class shit\nSo check the young genius out\nFuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\nWhat you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\nIronic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] Re-Up Gang Pusha\n[00:06.56] (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n[00:09.90] But you found it muthafucker\n[00:12.07] Yes\n[00:15.28] All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n[00:20.61] Shoveling that devils angel up they noses\n[00:23.47] Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n[00:26.50] Couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n[00:29.55] Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n[00:32.54] Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n[00:35.75] Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n[00:38.68] Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n[00:41.47] The audacity, war brings casualty\n[00:44.34] Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n[00:47.27] Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n[00:49.67] R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n[00:53.28] Gone!!!\n[00:54.23] (You seek out problems)\n[00:56.83] (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n[01:01.18] But you found it motherfucker\n[01:02.46] Im here, its the misogyny\n[01:09.52] Bad bitches massaging me\n[01:11.07] Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n[01:14.02] So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n[01:16.97] Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n[01:19.90] Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n[01:22.77] I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n[01:25.83] The devil stay testing\n[01:27.26] Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n[01:29.16] But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n[01:31.71] Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n[01:34.69] French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n[01:37.73] Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n[01:40.02] Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n[01:47.17] Boy, we looking for trouble\n[01:49.22] Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n[01:52.03] Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n[01:54.84] They cook and I smuggle\n[01:56.43] Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n[01:58.09] So Im running through them circles,\n[01:59.89] Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n[02:01.19] Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n[02:03.56] Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n[02:06.96] Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n[02:09.93] Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n[02:13.04] Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n[02:15.94] With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n[02:18.92] Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n[02:21.77] Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n[02:25.69] Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n[02:28.50] But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n[02:31.14] Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n[02:33.90] But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n[02:36.68] Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n[02:39.56] GOOD, I do it\n[02:43.48] B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n[02:46.47] (But you found it mutherfucker)\n[02:48.63] Bitch\n[02:52.00] Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n[02:56.43] Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n[02:57.80] Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n[02:59.32] Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n[03:00.73] (Boy)\n[03:01.24] New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n[03:02.34] Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n[03:03.71] My nigga, we rent houses\n[03:05.16] So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n[03:06.68] Im just a Westside lover\n[03:09.36] I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n[03:12.09] This is showtime, showtime, boy\n[03:13.87] I hope you set the DVR\n[03:15.55] Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n[03:18.28] Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n[03:21.34] So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n[03:24.52] Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n[03:27.72] Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n[03:30.68] Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n[03:33.47] A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n[03:36.44] Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n[03:39.16] Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n[03:42.45] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n[04:00.14] What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n[04:02.90] Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n[04:06.06] Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n[04:08.91] Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n[04:11.97] This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n[04:14.73] High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n[04:17.78] Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n[04:20.82] Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n[04:24.14] Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n[04:27.02] Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n[04:29.91] Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n[04:32.77] Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n[04:35.46] They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n[04:37.95] Fuck it, everybody can get it\n[04:41.31] When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n[04:44.47] But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n[04:47.32] All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n[04:50.19] Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n[04:53.33] Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n[04:56.03] With my badass bitch\n[04:57.58] And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n[05:00.49] So check the young genius out\n[05:02.70] Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n[05:05.31] I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n[05:08.42] What you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\n[05:10.92] Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout\n[05:13.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Looking for Trouble\n artist: Kanye West feat. Pusha T, Cyhi the Prynce, Big Sean & J. 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Sean Don nigga\n start_ms: 163480\n end_ms: 166470\n- text: (But you found it mutherfucker)\n start_ms: 166470\n end_ms: 168630\n- text: Bitch\n start_ms: 168630\n end_ms: 172000\n- text: Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n start_ms: 172000\n end_ms: 176430\n- text: Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n start_ms: 176430\n end_ms: 177800\n- text: Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n start_ms: 177800\n end_ms: 179320\n- text: Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n start_ms: 179320\n end_ms: 180730\n- text: (Boy)\n start_ms: 180730\n end_ms: 181240\n- text: New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n start_ms: 181240\n end_ms: 182340\n- text: Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n start_ms: 182340\n end_ms: 183710\n- text: My nigga, we rent houses\n start_ms: 183710\n end_ms: 185160\n- text: So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n start_ms: 185160\n end_ms: 186680\n- text: Im just a Westside lover\n start_ms: 186680\n end_ms: 189360\n- text: I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n start_ms: 189360\n end_ms: 192090\n- text: This is showtime, showtime, boy\n start_ms: 192090\n end_ms: 193870\n- text: I hope you set the DVR\n start_ms: 193870\n end_ms: 195550\n- text: Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n start_ms: 195550\n end_ms: 198280\n- text: Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n start_ms: 198280\n end_ms: 201340\n- text: So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n start_ms: 201340\n end_ms: 204520\n- text: Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n start_ms: 204520\n end_ms: 207720\n- text: Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n start_ms: 207720\n end_ms: 210680\n- text: Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n start_ms: 210680\n end_ms: 213470\n- text: A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n start_ms: 213470\n end_ms: 216440\n- text: Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n start_ms: 216440\n end_ms: 219160\n- text: Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n start_ms: 219160\n end_ms: 222450\n- text: Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n start_ms: 222450\n end_ms: 240140\n- text: What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n start_ms: 240140\n end_ms: 242900\n- text: Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n start_ms: 242900\n end_ms: 246060\n- text: Your shoes too big too fill? 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What you been screaming bout?\n start_ms: 308420\n end_ms: 310920\n- text: Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout\n start_ms: 310920\n end_ms: 313900\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 313900\nplain: |-\n Re-Up Gang Pusha\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it muthafucker\n Yes\n All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n Shoveling that devils angel up they noses\n Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n Couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n The audacity, war brings casualty\n Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n Gone!!!\n\n (You seek out problems)\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it motherfucker\n\n Im here, its the misogyny\n Bad bitches massaging me\n Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n The devil stay testing\n Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n Boy, we looking for trouble\n Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n They cook and I smuggle\n Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n So Im running through them circles,\n Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n GOOD, I do it\n B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n (But you found it mutherfucker)\n Bitch\n Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n (Boy)\n New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n My nigga, we rent houses\n So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n Im just a Westside lover\n I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n This is showtime, showtime, boy\n I hope you set the DVR\n Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\n Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n Fuck it, everybody can get it\n When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n With my badass bitch\n And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n So check the young genius out\n Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n What you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\n Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout\n"},{"id":30540034,"name":"Looking for Trouble","trackName":"Looking for Trouble","artistName":"Kanye West feat. Pusha T, Cyhi the Prynce, Big Sean & J. Cole","albumName":"Good Friday","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Re-Up Gang Pusha\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it muthafucker\nYes\nAll I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\nShoveling that devils angel up they noses\nNever let jail turn my shine into Moses\nCouldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\nPanoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\nBackseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\nKillian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\nPhoto-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\nThe audacity, war brings casualty\nBitch have my son before I face that tragedy\nUgh, I order hits, she orders mahi\nR.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\nGone!!!\n\n(You seek out problems)\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it motherfucker\n\nIm here, its the misogyny\nBad bitches massaging me\nSometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\nSo please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\nFat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\nTake of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\nI have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\nThe devil stay testing\nCause when you chase the pussy its a sin\nBut if it falls in your lap its a blessing\nSoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\nFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\nHad used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\nCyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\nBoy, we looking for trouble\nMaybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\nPlayer, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\nThey cook and I smuggle\nGot twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\nSo Im running through them circles,\nBoy Im looking like Knuckles\nLook at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\nIve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\nDont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\nFeds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\nCause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\nWith a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\nDidnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\nRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\nAint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\nBut now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\nExquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\nBut dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\nCause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\nGOOD, I do it\nB.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n(But you found it mutherfucker)\nBitch\nIm in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I dont need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n(Boy)\nNew double-Ds smashed in her blouses\nFuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\nMy nigga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nIm just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy\nI hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\nYe invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\nDoes he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\nMeanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\nGreet me wit a middle finger when you see me\nIts cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\nDown played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\nYour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\nFucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\nHigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\nHeard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\nYo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\nGot niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\nTalking hard, but yall still aint push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\nFuck it, everybody can get it\nWhen youre this hot, everybodys a critic\nBut when youre this high everybodys a midget\nAll this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half past rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you dont want no problems on some math class shit\nSo check the young genius out\nFuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\nWhat you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\nIronic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] Re-Up Gang Pusha\n[00:06.56] (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n[00:09.90] But you found it muthafucker\n[00:12.07] Yes\n[00:15.28] All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n[00:20.61] Shoveling that devils angel up they noses\n[00:23.47] Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n[00:26.50] Couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n[00:29.55] Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n[00:32.54] Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n[00:35.75] Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n[00:38.68] Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n[00:41.47] The audacity, war brings casualty\n[00:44.34] Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n[00:47.27] Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n[00:49.67] R.I.P. 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What you been screaming bout?\n start_ms: 308420\n end_ms: 310920\n- text: Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout\n start_ms: 310920\n end_ms: 313900\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 313900\nplain: |-\n Re-Up Gang Pusha\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it muthafucker\n Yes\n All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n Shoveling that devils angel up they noses\n Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n Couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n The audacity, war brings casualty\n Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n Gone!!!\n\n (You seek out problems)\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it motherfucker\n\n Im here, its the misogyny\n Bad bitches massaging me\n Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n The devil stay testing\n Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n Boy, we looking for trouble\n Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n They cook and I smuggle\n Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n So Im running through them circles,\n Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n GOOD, I do it\n B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n (But you found it mutherfucker)\n Bitch\n Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n (Boy)\n New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n My nigga, we rent houses\n So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n Im just a Westside lover\n I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n This is showtime, showtime, boy\n I hope you set the DVR\n Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\n Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n Fuck it, everybody can get it\n When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n With my badass bitch\n And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n So check the young genius out\n Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n What you been praying for? 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Sean Don nigga\n(But you found it mutherfucker)\nBitch\nIm in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I dont need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n(Boy)\nNew double-Ds smashed in her blouses\nFuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\nMy nigga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nIm just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy\nI hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\nYe invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\nDoes he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\nMeanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\nGreet me wit a middle finger when you see me\nIts cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\nDown played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\nYour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\nFucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\nHigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\nHeard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\nYo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\nGot niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\nTalking hard, but yall still aint push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\nFuck it, everybody can get it\nWhen youre this hot, everybodys a critic\nBut when youre this high everybodys a midget\nAll this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half past rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you dont want no problems on some math class shit\nSo check the young genius out\nFuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\nWhat you been praying for? 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Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n Gone!!!\n\n (You seek out problems)\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it motherfucker\n\n Im here, its the misogyny\n Bad bitches massaging me\n Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n The devil stay testing\n Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n Boy, we looking for trouble\n Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n They cook and I smuggle\n Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n So Im running through them circles,\n Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n GOOD, I do it\n B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n (But you found it mutherfucker)\n Bitch\n Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n (Boy)\n New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n My nigga, we rent houses\n So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n Im just a Westside lover\n I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n This is showtime, showtime, boy\n I hope you set the DVR\n Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\n Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n Fuck it, everybody can get it\n When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n With my badass bitch\n And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n So check the young genius out\n Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n What you been praying for? 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Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\nGone!\n\n(You seek out problems)\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it m-therf-cker\n\n[Kanye West]\nI'm here, it's the misogyny\nBad bitches massaging me\nSometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\nSo please don't judge me, ugh, for the following\nFat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\nTake of that Givenchy and let's get raunchy\nI have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\nThe devil stay testing\n'Cause when you chase the pussy it's a sin\nBut if it falls in your lap it's a blessing\nSoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\nFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\nHad used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n[Cyhi The Prynce]\nCyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\nBoy, we looking for trouble\nMaybe if we wasn't black then we wouldn't have struggled\nPlayer, all I got is trap n-ggas and crooks in my huddle\nThey cook and I smuggle\nGot twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\nSo I'm running through them circles,\nBoy I'm looking like Knuckles\nLook at my knuckles, got the hook in 'cause n-ggas was looking\nI've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I'm good for a scuffle\nDon't be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I've tooken a couple\nFeds asking n-ggas questions but I wouldn't rebuttal\n'Cause I'm Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm in the hood with the bubble\nWith a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\nDidn't play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\nRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\nAin't nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\nBut now I'm eating off of rather yellow gold\nExquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\nBut don't get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n'Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n[Big Sean]\nGOOD, I do it\nB.I.G. Sean Don n-gga\n(But you found it mutherf-cker)\nBitch\nI'm in, that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf-cking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks you're not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I don't need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stack's in my trousers\n(Boy)\nNew double-D's smashed in her blouses\nF-ck a hotel, my n-gga we rent houses (houses)\nMy n-gga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nI'm just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy\nI hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n'Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now I'm snapping like yo' ass just finished a poem\nDoes he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\nMeanwhile, I'm chilling with all these n-ggas,\nCounting all this money you ain't\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\nGreet me wit a middle finger when you see me\nIt's cool, 'cause I can't see yo' ass from this side of the TV muthaf-cker\n\n[J. Cole]\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\nDown played me to downgrade me like they don't notice son\nYour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in 'em\nF-cking hoes while teaching n-ggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son\nHigh as f-ck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say I'm better than Hov, but I'm the closest one\nHeard you looking for trouble, what, I'm supposed to run?\nYo' bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to cum?\nGot n-ggas that'll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of heaven's gate, fronting like you know someone\nTalking hard, but y'all still ain't push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still ain't pussy\nF-ck it, everybody can get it\nWhen you're this hot, everybody's a critic\nBut when you're this high everybody's a midget\nAll this mean mugging from n-ggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half past rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you don't want no problems on some math class sh-t\nSo check the young genius out\nF-ck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real sh-t is what you been fiending 'bout\nWhat you been praying for? What you been screaming 'bout?\nIronic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Looking For Trouble (feat Pusha T, Big Sean, CyHi Da Prynce & J Cole)\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D Friday\n duration_ms: 337000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Pusha T]\n Re-Up Gang Pusha\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it muthaf-cker\n Yes\n All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n Shoveling that devil's angel up they noses\n Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n Couldn't cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n The audacity, war brings casualty\n Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n Gone!\n\n (You seek out problems)\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it m-therf-cker\n\n [Kanye West]\n I'm here, it's the misogyny\n Bad bitches massaging me\n Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n So please don't judge me, ugh, for the following\n Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n Take of that Givenchy and let's get raunchy\n I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n The devil stay testing\n 'Cause when you chase the pussy it's a sin\n But if it falls in your lap it's a blessing\n Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n [Cyhi The Prynce]\n Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n Boy, we looking for trouble\n Maybe if we wasn't black then we wouldn't have struggled\n Player, all I got is trap n-ggas and crooks in my huddle\n They cook and I smuggle\n Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n So I'm running through them circles,\n Boy I'm looking like Knuckles\n Look at my knuckles, got the hook in 'cause n-ggas was looking\n I've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I'm good for a scuffle\n Don't be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I've tooken a couple\n Feds asking n-ggas questions but I wouldn't rebuttal\n 'Cause I'm Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm in the hood with the bubble\n With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n Didn't play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n Ain't nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n But now I'm eating off of rather yellow gold\n Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n But don't get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n 'Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n [Big Sean]\n GOOD, I do it\n B.I.G. Sean Don n-gga\n (But you found it mutherf-cker)\n Bitch\n I'm in, that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf-cking ounces\n Marijuana mountains, drinks you're not pronouncing\n Three chains on, I don't need no bouncers\n Nothing less than a G stack's in my trousers\n (Boy)\n New double-D's smashed in her blouses\n F-ck a hotel, my n-gga we rent houses (houses)\n My n-gga, we rent houses\n So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n I'm just a Westside lover\n I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n This is showtime, showtime, boy\n I hope you set the DVR\n Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n 'Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n So now I'm snapping like yo' ass just finished a poem\n Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n Meanwhile, I'm chilling with all these n-ggas,\n Counting all this money you ain't\n Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n It's cool, 'cause I can't see yo' ass from this side of the TV muthaf-cker\n\n [J. Cole]\n Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n Down played me to downgrade me like they don't notice son\n Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in 'em\n F-cking hoes while teaching n-ggas to hold your sons\n This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son\n High as f-ck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n Never say I'm better than Hov, but I'm the closest one\n Heard you looking for trouble, what, I'm supposed to run?\n Yo' bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to cum?\n Got n-ggas that'll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n Now you outside of heaven's gate, fronting like you know someone\n Talking hard, but y'all still ain't push me\n They say you are what you eat, and I still ain't pussy\n F-ck it, everybody can get it\n When you're this hot, everybody's a critic\n But when you're this high everybody's a midget\n All this mean mugging from n-ggas that mean nothing\n Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n With my badass bitch\n And you don't want no problems on some math class sh-t\n So check the young genius out\n F-ck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n I thought that real sh-t is what you been fiending 'bout\n What you been praying for? What you been screaming 'bout?\n Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout\n"},{"id":3974228,"name":"Looking For Trouble [ft. Pusha T, Cyhi the Prynce, Big Sean and J. Cole]","trackName":"Looking For Trouble [ft. Pusha T, Cyhi the Prynce, Big Sean and J. Cole]","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D Fridays","duration":335.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Re-Up Gang Pusha\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it muthafucker\nYes\nAll I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\nShoveling that devils angel up they noses\nNever let jail turn my shine into Moses\nCouldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\nPanoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\nBackseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\nKillian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\nPhoto-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\nThe audacity, war brings casualty\nBitch have my son before I face that tragedy\nUgh, I order hits, she orders mahi\nR.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\nGone!!!\n\n(You seek out problems)\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it motherfucker\n\nIm here, its the misogyny\nBad bitches massaging me\nSometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\nSo please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\nFat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\nTake of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\nI have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\nThe devil stay testing\nCause when you chase the pussy its a sin\nBut if it falls in your lap its a blessing\nSoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\nFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\nHad used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\nCyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\nBoy, we looking for trouble\nMaybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\nPlayer, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\nThey cook and I smuggle\nGot twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\nSo Im running through them circles,\nBoy Im looking like Knuckles\nLook at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\nIve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\nDont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\nFeds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\nCause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\nWith a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\nDidnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\nRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\nAint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\nBut now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\nExquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\nBut dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\nCause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\nGOOD, I do it\nB.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n(But you found it mutherfucker)\nBitch\nIm in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I dont need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n(Boy)\nNew double-Ds smashed in her blouses\nFuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\nMy nigga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nIm just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy\nI hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\nYe invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\nDoes he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\nMeanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\nGreet me wit a middle finger when you see me\nIts cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\nDown played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\nYour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\nFucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\nHigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\nHeard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\nYo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\nGot niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\nTalking hard, but yall still aint push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\nFuck it, everybody can get it\nWhen youre this hot, everybodys a critic\nBut when youre this high everybodys a midget\nAll this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half past rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you dont want no problems on some math class shit\nSo check the young genius out\nFuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\nWhat you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\nIronic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] Re-Up Gang Pusha\n[00:06.56] (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n[00:09.90] But you found it muthafucker\n[00:12.07] Yes\n[00:15.28] All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n[00:20.61] Shoveling that devils angel up they noses\n[00:23.47] Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n[00:26.50] Couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n[00:29.55] Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n[00:32.54] Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n[00:35.75] Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n[00:38.68] Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n[00:41.47] The audacity, war brings casualty\n[00:44.34] Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n[00:47.27] Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n[00:49.67] R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n[00:53.28] Gone!!!\n[00:54.23] (You seek out problems)\n[00:56.83] (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n[01:01.18] But you found it motherfucker\n[01:02.46] Im here, its the misogyny\n[01:09.52] Bad bitches massaging me\n[01:11.07] Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n[01:14.02] So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n[01:16.97] Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n[01:19.90] Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n[01:22.77] I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n[01:25.83] The devil stay testing\n[01:27.26] Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n[01:29.16] But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n[01:31.71] Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n[01:34.69] French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n[01:37.73] Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n[01:40.02] Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n[01:47.17] Boy, we looking for trouble\n[01:49.22] Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n[01:52.03] Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n[01:54.84] They cook and I smuggle\n[01:56.43] Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n[01:58.09] So Im running through them circles,\n[01:59.89] Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n[02:01.19] Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n[02:03.56] Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n[02:06.96] Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n[02:09.93] Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n[02:13.04] Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n[02:15.94] With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n[02:18.92] Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n[02:21.77] Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n[02:25.69] Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n[02:28.50] But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n[02:31.14] Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n[02:33.90] But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n[02:36.68] Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n[02:39.56] GOOD, I do it\n[02:43.48] B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n[02:46.47] (But you found it mutherfucker)\n[02:48.63] Bitch\n[02:52.00] Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n[02:56.43] Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n[02:57.80] Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n[02:59.32] Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n[03:00.73] (Boy)\n[03:01.24] New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n[03:02.34] Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n[03:03.71] My nigga, we rent houses\n[03:05.16] So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n[03:06.68] Im just a Westside lover\n[03:09.36] I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n[03:12.09] This is showtime, showtime, boy\n[03:13.87] I hope you set the DVR\n[03:15.55] Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n[03:18.28] Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n[03:21.34] So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n[03:24.52] Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n[03:27.72] Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n[03:30.68] Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n[03:33.47] A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n[03:36.44] Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n[03:39.16] Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n[03:42.45] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n[04:00.14] What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n[04:02.90] Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n[04:06.06] Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n[04:08.91] Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n[04:11.97] This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n[04:14.73] High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n[04:17.78] Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n[04:20.82] Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n[04:24.14] Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n[04:27.02] Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n[04:29.91] Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n[04:32.77] Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n[04:35.46] They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n[04:37.95] Fuck it, everybody can get it\n[04:41.31] When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n[04:44.47] But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n[04:47.32] All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n[04:50.19] Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n[04:53.33] Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n[04:56.03] With my badass bitch\n[04:57.58] And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n[05:00.49] So check the young genius out\n[05:02.70] Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n[05:05.31] I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n[05:08.42] What you been praying for? 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Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n start_ms: 49670\n end_ms: 53280\n- text: Gone!!!\n start_ms: 53280\n end_ms: 54230\n- text: (You seek out problems)\n start_ms: 54230\n end_ms: 56830\n- text: (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n start_ms: 56830\n end_ms: 61180\n- text: But you found it motherfucker\n start_ms: 61180\n end_ms: 62460\n- text: Im here, its the misogyny\n start_ms: 62460\n end_ms: 69520\n- text: Bad bitches massaging me\n start_ms: 69520\n end_ms: 71070\n- text: Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n start_ms: 71070\n end_ms: 74020\n- text: So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n start_ms: 74020\n end_ms: 76970\n- text: Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n start_ms: 76970\n end_ms: 79900\n- text: Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n start_ms: 79900\n end_ms: 82770\n- text: I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n start_ms: 82770\n end_ms: 85830\n- text: The devil stay testing\n start_ms: 85830\n end_ms: 87260\n- text: Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n start_ms: 87260\n end_ms: 89160\n- text: But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n start_ms: 89160\n end_ms: 91710\n- text: Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n start_ms: 91710\n end_ms: 94690\n- text: French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n start_ms: 94690\n end_ms: 97730\n- text: Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n start_ms: 97730\n end_ms: 100020\n- text: Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n start_ms: 100020\n end_ms: 107170\n- text: Boy, we looking for trouble\n start_ms: 107170\n end_ms: 109220\n- text: Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n start_ms: 109220\n end_ms: 112030\n- text: Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n start_ms: 112030\n end_ms: 114840\n- text: They cook and I smuggle\n start_ms: 114840\n end_ms: 116430\n- text: Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n start_ms: 116430\n end_ms: 118090\n- text: So Im running through them circles,\n start_ms: 118090\n end_ms: 119890\n- text: Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n start_ms: 119890\n end_ms: 121190\n- text: Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n start_ms: 121190\n end_ms: 123560\n- text: Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n start_ms: 123560\n end_ms: 126960\n- text: Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n start_ms: 126960\n end_ms: 129930\n- text: Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n start_ms: 129930\n end_ms: 133040\n- text: Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n start_ms: 133040\n end_ms: 135940\n- text: With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n start_ms: 135940\n end_ms: 138920\n- text: Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n start_ms: 138920\n end_ms: 141770\n- text: Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n start_ms: 141770\n end_ms: 145690\n- text: Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n start_ms: 145690\n end_ms: 148500\n- text: But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n start_ms: 148500\n end_ms: 151140\n- text: Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n start_ms: 151140\n end_ms: 153900\n- text: But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n start_ms: 153900\n end_ms: 156680\n- text: Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n start_ms: 156680\n end_ms: 159560\n- text: GOOD, I do it\n start_ms: 159560\n end_ms: 163480\n- text: B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n start_ms: 163480\n end_ms: 166470\n- text: (But you found it mutherfucker)\n start_ms: 166470\n end_ms: 168630\n- text: Bitch\n start_ms: 168630\n end_ms: 172000\n- text: Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n start_ms: 172000\n end_ms: 176430\n- text: Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n start_ms: 176430\n end_ms: 177800\n- text: Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n start_ms: 177800\n end_ms: 179320\n- text: Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n start_ms: 179320\n end_ms: 180730\n- text: (Boy)\n start_ms: 180730\n end_ms: 181240\n- text: New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n start_ms: 181240\n end_ms: 182340\n- text: Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n start_ms: 182340\n end_ms: 183710\n- text: My nigga, we rent houses\n start_ms: 183710\n end_ms: 185160\n- text: So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n start_ms: 185160\n end_ms: 186680\n- text: Im just a Westside lover\n start_ms: 186680\n end_ms: 189360\n- text: I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n start_ms: 189360\n end_ms: 192090\n- text: This is showtime, showtime, boy\n start_ms: 192090\n end_ms: 193870\n- text: I hope you set the DVR\n start_ms: 193870\n end_ms: 195550\n- text: Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n start_ms: 195550\n end_ms: 198280\n- text: Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n start_ms: 198280\n end_ms: 201340\n- text: So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n start_ms: 201340\n end_ms: 204520\n- text: Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n start_ms: 204520\n end_ms: 207720\n- text: Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n start_ms: 207720\n end_ms: 210680\n- text: Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n start_ms: 210680\n end_ms: 213470\n- text: A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n start_ms: 213470\n end_ms: 216440\n- text: Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n start_ms: 216440\n end_ms: 219160\n- text: Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n start_ms: 219160\n end_ms: 222450\n- text: Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n start_ms: 222450\n end_ms: 240140\n- text: What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n start_ms: 240140\n end_ms: 242900\n- text: Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n start_ms: 242900\n end_ms: 246060\n- text: Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n start_ms: 246060\n end_ms: 248910\n- text: Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n start_ms: 248910\n end_ms: 251970\n- text: This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n start_ms: 251970\n end_ms: 254730\n- text: High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n start_ms: 254730\n end_ms: 257780\n- text: Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n start_ms: 257780\n end_ms: 260820\n- text: Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n start_ms: 260820\n end_ms: 264140\n- text: Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n start_ms: 264140\n end_ms: 267020\n- text: Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n start_ms: 267020\n end_ms: 269910\n- text: Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n start_ms: 269910\n end_ms: 272770\n- text: Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n start_ms: 272770\n end_ms: 275460\n- text: They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n start_ms: 275460\n end_ms: 277950\n- text: Fuck it, everybody can get it\n start_ms: 277950\n end_ms: 281310\n- text: When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n start_ms: 281310\n end_ms: 284470\n- text: But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n start_ms: 284470\n end_ms: 287320\n- text: All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n start_ms: 287320\n end_ms: 290190\n- text: Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n start_ms: 290190\n end_ms: 293330\n- text: Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n start_ms: 293330\n end_ms: 296030\n- text: With my badass bitch\n start_ms: 296030\n end_ms: 297580\n- text: And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n start_ms: 297580\n end_ms: 300490\n- text: So check the young genius out\n start_ms: 300490\n end_ms: 302700\n- text: Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n start_ms: 302700\n end_ms: 305310\n- text: I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n start_ms: 305310\n end_ms: 308420\n- text: What you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\n start_ms: 308420\n end_ms: 310920\n- text: Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout\n start_ms: 310920\n end_ms: 313900\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 313900\nplain: |-\n Re-Up Gang Pusha\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it muthafucker\n Yes\n All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n Shoveling that devils angel up they noses\n Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n Couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n The audacity, war brings casualty\n Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n Gone!!!\n\n (You seek out problems)\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it motherfucker\n\n Im here, its the misogyny\n Bad bitches massaging me\n Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following\n Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy\n I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n The devil stay testing\n Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin\n But if it falls in your lap its a blessing\n Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n Boy, we looking for trouble\n Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled\n Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\n They cook and I smuggle\n Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n So Im running through them circles,\n Boy Im looking like Knuckles\n Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking\n Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle\n Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple\n Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal\n Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble\n With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold\n Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n But dont get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n GOOD, I do it\n B.I.G. Sean Don nigga\n (But you found it mutherfucker)\n Bitch\n Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces\n Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing\n Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers\n Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers\n (Boy)\n New double-Ds smashed in her blouses\n Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)\n My nigga, we rent houses\n So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n Im just a Westside lover\n I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n This is showtime, showtime, boy\n I hope you set the DVR\n Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n So now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem\n Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint\n Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n Its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV muthafucker\n\n Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n Down played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son\n Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in em\n Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons\n This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son\n High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one\n Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?\n Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?\n Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone\n Talking hard, but yall still aint push me\n They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy\n Fuck it, everybody can get it\n When youre this hot, everybodys a critic\n But when youre this high everybodys a midget\n All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing\n Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n With my badass bitch\n And you dont want no problems on some math class shit\n So check the young genius out\n Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n I thought that real shit is what you been fiending bout\n What you been praying for? What you been screaming bout?\n Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout\n"}]