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mustard - giuseppe lyrics

[produced by dj mustard]

[hook: 2 chainz]
you couldn’t walk in my giuseppe shoes
walk in my giuseppe shoes
b-tch 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, okay

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
ktz jogging suit
man that boy c-ckin’ loot
i paid for the p-ssy man
but it ain’t somethin’ that i often do, yeah
treat her like a prost-tute
purse with the matchin’ boots
i hit her in the driveway
like it’s a mansion in the f-ckin’ coupe, yeah
all we do is go get it
i’m allergic to broke n-ggas (achoo, achoo)
and even if i’m playin’ ball
the cheapest thing i got on 450
rappers try to befriend a n-gga
on skinny -ss ties, wearin’ skinny -ss tie
my outfit from the grammys might k!ll you n-gga
chef cook crab legs with the dom pérignon n-gga
i’m a f-ckin’ don n-gga, put a f-ckin’ target on him
giuseppes zanottis on your motherf-ckin’ lawn n-gga
steppin’ on your sofa, roll it on my arm homie
-ss so big, she need a f-ckin’ alarm on it

[verse 2: yo gotti]
club toxic with the zero print
gold on the tip, pay your f-ckin’ rent
she only rock heels, she a bad b-tch
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 b-tches from the west coast
in my white on white giuseppes
n-gga i’m fresh to death, can’t help it
memphis my hood, i reppin’
love ratchet b-tches, i love it, can’t help it
black and yellow lambo, oreo sp-ce coupe
jump out with them ‘seppes on lookin’ like sp-ce boots
cartier rollie watch, n-gga lookin’ antique
just counted out another million, that’s a cool week

[verse 3: jeezy]
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 freddie kruger
i’m a fool with the hanger but my fork game viscous
lil man b-tch, keep the extras, merry christmas
i’m a balenciaga wearin’, clive christian -ss n-gga
you keep my name in your mouth, always b-tchin’ -ss n-gga
swear the roof on the motherf-cker looking like astrology
is that a half a million dollar car? sh-t it gotta be
these n-ggas is your enemies, that’s just my philosophy
and all these swagger jackin’ n-ggas owe you an apology
icy white, two bricks on my feet n-gga
avion be on makin’ money while i sleep n-gga
cop the mid, cop the low, just to style on ’em
my air forces, n-gga, you couldn’t walk a mile in ’em

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