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pusha t - trouble on my mind lyrics

it’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out
showin’ my black -ss engine in the gl-ss house
started in the crack house, obama went the back route
killed bin laden, another four up in the black house
still got the macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
still trick with b-tches out with money or with -ss shots
good, had room for one more, i took the last spot
re-up gang [incomprehensible] hit the jackpot
whole ‘nother level, then you add fame
that’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit drug dealer
that’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon audemar
that’s a whole ‘nother metal but still keep it ghetto, woo
behind the scenes, pull strings like gepetto
the gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
runnin’ like the rebels, you and lv sport shoe on a pedal
i let you n-gg-s settle, yeah
trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind, on my mind
pharrell said, “get ’em” so i got ’em
tripped on bristol palin then i accidentally shot ’em
then it ricocheted and killed the game, i’m a problem
’cause i wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of usin’ condoms
pardon my french, i’m goin’ hard as my d-ck
when i envision my tip on the crust of b-tch’s lips
mr. lipschutz has been trippin’
since i mentioned reptar’s triceratops dinosaur d-ck
i feel it in my gut to kill these motherf-cks
as a musk like the arm of my pits
you n-gg-s comin’ shorter than a bush wick billy costume
on sale durin’ christmas in philly
um, well, not really, it’s gettin’ kinda chilly
let’s h-t a couple bars and give some b-tches wet w-ll–s
soaked, gettin’ jiggy with it and bel-air’s britches
with a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind, on my mind
i’m a f-ckin’ walkin’ paradox and a really sh-tty rapper
in my favorite pair of socks, ironed pair of dockers
two glocks c-cked screamin’ westside
with the speakers blastin’ a pair of pacs
yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly
thinkin’ that this ‘preme wasn’t free w-lly
the feelin’ is neutral, the gang is youthful
and f-ckin’ tighter than chad hugo’s pupils
it’s wolf gang and the
with the re-up’s, a h-ll of a buzz
rick james said cocaine’s a h-ll of a drug
who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
and paint a perfect picture of what sellin’ it does?
this is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
two different world, same symmetry
and this black art, see the wizardry
when you at the top of your game, you make enemies
you’ll never finish me
trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind, on my mind

- pusha t lyrics

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