Lyrics Giuseppe - DJ Mustard feat. 2 Chains, Jeezy & Yo Gotti
You
couldn't
walk
in
my
Giuseppe
shoes,
walk
in
my
Giuseppe
shoes
Bitch
you
couldn't
walk
in
my
Giuseppe
shoes,
walk
in
my
Giuseppe
shoes
I'm
wearin'
designer
clothes,
takin'
designer
drugs
Hoes
show
me
love
when
I'm
inside
the
club
KTZ
jogging
suit,
man
that
boy
cockin'
loot
I
paid
for
the
pussy
man
but
it
ain't
somethin'
that
I
often
do
Treat
her
like
a
prostitute,
purse
with
the
matchin'
boots
I
hit
her
in
the
driveway
like
it's
a
mansion
in
the
fuckin'
coupe
All
we
do
is
go
get
it,
I'm
allergic
to
broke
niggas
Achoo,
Achoo
And
even
if
I'm
playin'
ball,
the
cheapest
thing
I
got
on
is
450
Rappers
try
to
befriend
a
nigga
On
skinny
ass
tie,
wearin'
skinny
ass
tie
My
outfit
from
the
Grammys
might
kill
you
nigga
Chef
cook
crab
legs
with
a
Dom
Pérignon
nigga
I'm
a
fuckin'
don
nigga,
put
a
fuckin'
[?]
in
him
Giuseppes
Zanottis
on
your
motherfuckin'
lawn
nigga
Steppin'
on
your
sofa,
roll
it
on
your
old
homie
Her
ass
so
big,
she
need
a
fuckin'
alarm
on
it
Club
toxic
with
the
zero
print
Gold
on
the
tip,
pay
your
fuckin'
rent
She
only
rock
heels,
she
a
bad
bitch
30
bands
in
the
shoebox
from
the
last
brick
Money
don't
talk,
it
just
look
good
Put
me
in
a
suit
and
tie,
still
I
look
hood
Designer
hoes,
Atlanta
hoes
Couple
bougie
bitches
from
the
west
coast
In
my
white
on
white
Giuseppes
Nigga
I'm
fresh
to
death,
can't
help
it
Memphis
my
hood,
I
reppin'
Love
ratchet
bitches,
I
love
it,
can't
help
it
Black
and
yellow
Lambo,
oreo
space
coupe
Jump
out
with
them
'seppes
on
lookin'
like
space
boots
[?]
Rollie
watch
[?]
nigga
lookin'
antique
Just
counted
out
another
million,
that's
a
cool
week
I
see
that
grill
on
the
two
door
lookin'
barracuda
You
know
that
barrel
on
the
Desert
Eagle
lookin'
like
a
tuba
Five
or
six
Rollies,
flexin'
like
I'm
Lex
Luger
Chop
the
rocks
with
the
razor
and
my
hand,
lookin'
Freddie
Kruger
I'm
a
fool
with
the
[?]
but
my
fork
game
viscous
Lil
man
bitch,
keep
the
[?]
Merry
Christmas
I'm
a
[?]
Clyde
Christian
ass
nigga
You
keep
my
name
in
your
mouth,
always
bitchin'
ass
nigga
Swear
the
roof
on
this
motherfucker
lookin'
like
a
scarlet
Is
that
a
half
a
million
dollar
car?
Shit
it
gotta
be
These
niggas
is
your
enemies,
that's
just
my
philosophy
And
all
these
swagger
jackin'
niggas
owe
you
an
apology
Icy
white,
two
bricks
on
my
feet
nigga
[?]
makin'
money
while
I
sleep
nigga
Cop
the
[?]
and
cop
the
[?]
stylin'
My
Air
Force
1's
you
couldn't
walk
a
mile
in
'em
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