T.r.o.u.b.le. .o.n .m.y. m.i.n.d.(O.S.T. ."П.р.о.е.кт X: Дорвались") (исполнитель: )

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out
Showing my black [bad word]  engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with [bad word] with money or with [bad word] shots
G.O.O.had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame
That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit [bad word] dealer
That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea [bad word]  like the rebels
UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

[Hook: Pusha T]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
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 using condoms
Pardon my french, I’m going hard as my [bad word] When I envision my tip on the [bad word] of [bad word] s lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin’ since I mentioned Reptar’s
Triceratops dinosaur [bad word] I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
As a musk like the arm of my pits
You [bad word] shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it’s gettin’ kinda chilly
Let’s hit a couple bars and give some [bad word] wet willies
Soaked, getting’ jiggy with it and Bel-Air’s britches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit


[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
I’m a f-cking walking paradox
And a really [bad word] rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks [bad word] screamin’ west side!
With the speakers blastin’ a pair of pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly
Thinkin’ that this ‘Preme wasn’t free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And f-ckin’ tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils
It’s Wolf Gang and the

[Pusha T]
With the re-up’s a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva [bad word] 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 words, 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

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