Kut Sotor - Matching Gucci Shoes Lyrics

We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes

We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We made the rules
Disrespect whoever said we gone lose
Mamma played the blues and breastfed me clues
I never wanted to be y'all fools
My brother told me jewels
That you can't buy dude
Shame on your crew
I'm not trusting y'all
Silly rabbits
More then ever now
We was supposed to be Gucci
Down
Lyrically gutting these fools
I'm busting a move
So don't f*ck around
They getting down or what
Getting cabbage clown or what
In and outta town
Moving the Ecelugich
This they can't manage

We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes

Born breathing fire
Now I'm
Driving what y'all desire
In these streets
Crazy lanes
No shot clocks
Or shooting strays
And those Lil Zane's
Pumping head ice
Just dodging black ice and concierge
A graphic depiction
Of getting paid
All I see is
Jewels hanging
Slave owners
In their sleep
My revenge is deep
All they see is
Bloody sheep
And we yelling Stillgetpaid
Cause it's so deep and
The novel is provocative
Give a bitch crows feet
The burglar alarm just beeps
Wake up
Still no beef this week
Fish is the only diet on the menu
In these streets
With turned down streets
The stock exchange in the flesh
This life is the best ask a feign
Too bad for the rest in tight jeans
Glad bags can relieve some stress
Transporting some scene
Just breathe
If you get the flesh
And the cash from the cream
Come now
That's just talk of death
That's not fun now
Rolling unprotected
On the scene with your gun frown
You have the keys to hell now
No bargain or truce clown
Peace offers can fail
So seek lawyers before bail

We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes
We was suppose to have matching Gucci shoes