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conversations.value: Write me a song called Looking for Trouble with the following description: Another GOOD Friday release with verses from Kanye West, Pusha T, CyHi The Prynce, Big Sean and J. Cole.
  The song samples Steel Pulse’s “Blues Dance Raid”, which is the same song sampled for “Bubble Music” by Cam'ron off his 2004 album Purple Haze.
  This song could be regarded as subliminal shots against the Dipset crew for going after Kanye in their freestyle “Toast,” which used the “Runaway” beat.
  This is GOOD Music’s first collaboration with Roc Nation artist J. Cole, apparently done just days after a fan asked Kanye when such a collaboration would happen. The song also appears as a bonus track on J. Cole’s third mixtape entitled Friday Night Lights. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Pusha T & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  Re-Up Gang Pusha
  Música bubble
  Not looking for trouble
  Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
  But you found it, motherfucker
  Some shekels fe I shenks
  Yes!
  Just a burn up de lamb’s bread
  [Verse 1: Pusha T]
  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
  Kélian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
  Photo-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters
  The audacity, war brings casualty
  Bitch, have my son before I face that tragedy
  Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi
  R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse, gone!
  [Interlude: Kanye West]
  Música bubble
  Not looking for trouble
  Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
  But you found it, motherfucker
  Some shekels fe I shenks
  Yeah, yeah
  Just a burn up de lamb’s bread [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me
  Sometimes, we lowered our standards at the colleges
  So please don’t judge me, ugh, 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 Crunch-y
  The devil stay testing
  'Cause when you chase the pussy, it’s a sin
  But if it falls in your lap, it’s a blessin'
  Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
  French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive
  Hedi Slimane leathers...
  [Interlude: CyHi the Prynce]
  CyHi!
  Yeah!
  [Verse 3: CyHi the Prynce]
  Boy, we lookin’ for trouble
  Maybe if we wasn’t Black, then we wouldn’t have struggled
  Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle
  They cook and I smuggle, got 20 pounds of kush in the duffle
  So I’m running through them circles, boy, I’m lookin 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 re-shuffle
  Huh, royal flush, so kiss my royal nuts
  Ain’t nothing silver-spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
  But now, I’m eatin’ off of Raffaello 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 [Interlude: Big Sean & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  G.O.O.D.! I do it
  Música bubble
  Not looking for trouble
  B-I-G, Sean Don, nigga
  Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
  But you found it, motherfucker
  Some shekels fe I shenks
  Bitch! I'm in...
  Just a burn up de lamb’s bread
  [Verse 4: Big Sean]
  ... 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 stashed in my trousers (Boy)
  New double Ds smashed in her blouses
  Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (Houses)
  My nigga, we rent houses
  So many wedding rings lost in them couches
  I’m just a Westside lover
  I leave 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 snappin’ like yo ass just finished the poem
  Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay or Drizzy Drake? (Drizzy Drake)
  Meanwhile I’m chillin’ 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 B.I.G. before the dying
  Greet me with a middle finger when you see me
  It’s cool 'cause I can’t see yo ass from this side of the TV, motherfucker! [Verse 5: J. Cole]
  Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one
  What you now hear is puttin’ fear in all the older ones
  Downplayed me to downgrade me like they don’t notice him
  Your shoes too big to fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em
  Fucking hoes while teachin' niggas to hold your sons
  This the 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 lookin’ for trouble, what, I’m 'sposed to run?
  Your bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I 'sposed to come?
  Got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
  Now you outside of Heaven’s gate, frontin’ 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
  Hmm, 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