| It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out
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| Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
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| Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
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| Kill Bin Laden, another 4 up in the black house
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| Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
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| Still trick with bitches out with money or with ass shots
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| G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
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| Re-up gang Peter nigga, yey done hit the jackpot
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| Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame
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| That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit drug dealer
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| That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
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| That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
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| Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
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| The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
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| Runnin' like the rebels
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| UNLV* sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle
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| Trouble on my mind
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| I got trouble on my mind
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| Trouble on my mind
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| So much trouble on my mind
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| Pharrell said, «Get ‘em,» so I got ‘em
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| Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ‘em
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| Then it ricocheted and killed the game
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| I’m a problem
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| 'Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
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| Pardon my French, I’m going hard as my dick
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| When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch’s lips
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| Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar’s
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| Triceratops dinosaur dick
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| I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfucks
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| As a must like the arm of my pits
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| You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Billy costume
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| On sale during Christmas in Philly
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| Uhm, well, not really, it’s gettin' kinda chilly
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| Let’s hit a couple bars and get some bitches wet willies
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| Soaked, getting' jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest
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| With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
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| I’m a fucking walking paradox
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| And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
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| Two Glocks cocked screamin' West Side!
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| With the speakers blastin' a pair o' pacs
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| Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly
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| Thinkin' that this ‘Preme wasn’t Free Willy
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| The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
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| And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils
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| It’s Wolf Gang and the
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| With the re-up's a helluva buzz
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| Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva drug
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| Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
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| And paint a perfect picture what sellin' it does?
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| This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
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| Two different worlds, same symmetry
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| And this black art, see the wizardry
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| When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
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| You’ll never finish me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trouble On My Mind, artist - Pusha T. Album song Fear Of God II: Let Us Pray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп