Sxge - Christian Louboutin (feat. Duhh.Dj)

I been sinning but these lubitons Christian
Lethal weapon how I slide on a mission
Been a baller coulda played for pistons
Switching lanes, just to up a position
Niggas hating I call them opposition
I got water, bring a boat now you fishing
Grinding hard tryna Persue my vision
Push to start where the keys they went missing

Banana wood and it's stuffed with that pressure
Want sum pac den I tax lil extra
2020 I'm tryn swerve inna Tesla
Get to the green cause I'm an investor
Beat up the pac just like a wrestler
Stomp that boy out applying that pressure
Swiping yo cards young sxge a finesser
We in yo house nothing left but the dresser
I got a beam look like I took Measures
Stick to the money I just want da Treasure
I'm making moves ain't talking bout checkers
Keep a 45 an it hold a lil extra
Step on yo block , bitch I'm a stepper
Best watch yo mans that boy hit like a pepper
Fuck being broke I had to do better
Grind till I'm up tryna stack up this cheddar
Bought a new gun had to throw da Barretta
Free my mans in the cell righting them letters
I get the money cause I'm a go getter
Back in the day Wishing shit would get better
It's hot outside and I still wear a sweater
Feel like a bird I'm so high I grew feathers
Ride till I die NSG no one better
It's raining outside but I still get her wetter
Cap in yo raps I swear you can better
Grind w my niggas we all stick together
Fuck niggas fake they gon switch like the weather
Guissepe stepping , so you know my kicks leather
That's why yo bitch with me I do it better
Im the street scholar should call me professor
If that bitch loyal den I'm boutta bless her
I need a lawyer to fight the confessor

Tweakin hard man I need to relax
Grinding hard I stopped movin them packs
Movin right tryna run up them racks
Say u move work but u don't gotta stack
Say u got poles but u always gon lack
We got them poles n they stashed in the back
N he think he uh shooter cuz he flashing a Mac
So we creep up on his ass n put 3 in his back
Then we hop up in the whip n the tires gon scratch
I don't know who the hell u think u gon catch
Hella drugs in my body I'm as lit as a match
Got this shit sewed up locked tight like a latch
N this shit is forever like my body had tats
We don't fuck w no snitch so we kill all rats
If we don't got the strap then it's baseball bats
N we finna leave blood on ya baseball cap
How u wanna do it bro what u wanna do
F&N made his lil stupid ass move
Percocet got me right back in my groove
N im not gonna lie I fell in love w the blues
I'm tryna check a bag n take my plug on a cruise
U nvr gone get it if u always on snooze
It's kinda hard to win if u destined to lose
So I gotta watch my back I'm not goin on the news
Shits fucked up put my pain in a leaf
Can't stand up so u better take a seat
If u really want smoke anywhere we can meet
Cuz I'm really in the field like a fuckin athlete
If u wanna shop w us then them prices get steep
When u hopped in the water u ain know it was deep
A pack touch down every time my phone beep
U don't wanna see the gang jumpin outta bros Jeep

Written by:
Duhh Dj, Rakim Greer

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