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Louvre Steps
16
Hip-Hop/Rap
Louvre Steps was released on July 18, 2025 by Goldminds International Group as a part of the album Breakfast at Christie's
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Release DateJuly 18, 2025
LabelGoldminds International Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Breeze Mantana
Breeze Mantana
Vocals
Chase N. Cashe
Chase N. Cashe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sedrick D. Young
Sedrick D. Young
Composer
J. Woodard
J. Woodard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase N. Cashe
Chase N. Cashe
Producer

Lyrics

Tell the feds to get some pillows for the snooze fest
Please don't lose rest
Tryna see what I'ma do next
Them taps is useless
Get flicks on the Louvre steps
Loewe crew necks
Breguets, blue baguettes
Pop my Veuve
Coke palooza
White tees stretch two X
All this white girl in the house
Who the fuck was Hugh Heff?
Wrist like perpetual movement
I'm timeless, explains why then
These **** five years behind him
I don't do consignment
I pay for all mine
'Cause I don't want no one hitting my line
Asking where mine at
Shorty, where's your grind at?
You wearing a Timex
The rocks in this heavy metal
Leave your third eye blind, facts
Some guys don't mind rats
Watch who you call friend
**** link with mice to sing
Like Michael and Ben
Hustling's riding a bike
If you got it within
Soon as you start to push
Then the cycle begins
Keep your pennies
I need millions for my thoughts
Cheers to never getting caught
We need the chicken
We ain't in it for the sport
Cheers to never getting caught
Keep your pennies
I need millions for my thoughts
Cheers to never getting caught
We need the chicken
We ain't in it for the sport
Cheers to never getting caught
Fuck you thought?
This Day-Date is just a symbol
For what I see in the fiscal
For issues we keep pistols
Rip through flesh tissue
Bunk bed caskets
Your man could rest with you
Y'all don't gotta be lonely
We could send the rest with you
Tryna quintuple my net
'Til it's chefs on the jet
Too much O's
It's no room left on the check
Shit, I'm gon' till November
To stunt furs for the winter
The whip 911
Bitches calling me Clef
Don't crash out over this iceberg on my chest
They'll find you in the water
Jack style, losing your breath
Shit is deeper than the surface
I made belts out the serpents
Gotta have skin in the game
'Fore you fuck with the best
Written by: J. Woodard, Sedrick D. Young
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