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es och - christian loubs lyrics

[chorus]
christian loubs on my feet, got me blood walkin’
had to buy a new phone, i be plug talkin’
i might all the lean, i be mud stalkin’
i done smoked so much kush, got my lungs coughin’
christian loubs on my feet, got me blood walkin’
had to buy a new phone, i be plug talkin’
i might all the lean, i be mud stalkin’
i done smoked so much kush, got my lungs coughin’

[verse 1]
highly faded, meditated, plus i’m x-rated
remember days of slapping n-ggas, claiming underrated
sm-tty n-ggas get it brackin’, catchin’ h-lla fades
we was only rocking nike back in those days
now i blood walk in christian on my worst days
want palm fake, we pull up, came with gunner spray
don’t celebrate, we get the cake and we penetrate
we smoking bake, it’s to the face, what you gonna say?
take your b-tch, make her walk and get more dollars
if i stick my d-ck in, bet she gon’ holler
more success that i get just bring more problems
but i’m stuck on the mission, need more dollars
n-ggas be snitchin’, but i ain’t in to that
doin’ all that loud mouth talkin’ gon’ get your family whacked
my shoes they be christians, your feet ain’t into that
watch me drip a whole lot of sauce, ’cause y’all ain’t into that
into that, b-tch i need guala, i need a bigger stack
she said she tryna walk to boston, got me like you into that?
into that, b-tch i need guala, i need a bigger stack
said she tryna walk to boston, got me like you into that?

[verse 2]
bur-doo, that’s the sound of rally city ho
i been through some things, can’t put no choppers in my videos
i remember days the only thing i had was cereal
scollies on the table but i chose to flock the city though
here we go, now a n-gga bumpin’ through your stereos
everybody knew i ball, y’all just wasn’t with me though
leave practice, spot him, flock a n-gga if his jewelery on
hit the mini-field with me ready smoke, some goodie on
woodies though, i don’t do no swishers, we can’t smoke them hoes
cookies though, if it ain’t no cookies we ain’t smokin’ bro
backwood rollin’ and patrolin’ while that b-tch go ho
i’m one hundred n-gga but i’m rollin’ like the ninos
east side n-gga on the west side with nine freaky hoes
east side n-gga, i’ma drip until i can’t no more
east side n-gga on the west side with nine freaky hoes
east side n-gga, i’ma drip until i can’t no more

- es och lyrics

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