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Giuseppee

 

Giuseppee

(앨범: 10 Summers - 2014)


[Hook: 2 Chainz]
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 wearing designer clothes, taking designer drugs
Hoes show me love when I'm inside the club
KTZ jogging suit, man that boy cocking loot
I paid for the pussy man but it ain't something that I often do

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Treat her like a prostitute, purse with the matching boots
I hit her in the driveway like it's a mansion in the fucking coupe
All we do is go get it, I'm allergic to broke niggas
Achoo, Achoo
And even if I'm playing ball, the cheapest thing I got on is 450
Rappers try to befriend a nigga
On skinny ass tie, wearing skinny ass tie
My outfit from the Grammys might kill you nigga
Chef cook crab legs with a Dom Pérignon nigga
I'm a fucking don nigga, put a fucking [?] in him
Giuseppes Zanottis on your motherfucking lawn nigga
Stepping on your sofa, roll it on your old homie
Her ass so big, she need a fucking alarm on it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Club toxic with the zero print
Gold on the tip, pay your fucking 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 repping
Love ratchet bitches, I love it, can't help it
Black and yellow Lambo, oreo space coupe
Jump out with them 'seppes on looking like space boots
[?] Rollie watch [?] nigga looking antique
Just counted out another million, that's a cool week

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
I see that grill on the two door looking barracuda
You know that barrel on the Desert Eagle looking like a tuba
Five or six Rollies, flexing like I'm Lex Luger
Chop the rocks with the razor and my hand, looking 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 bitching ass nigga
Swear the roof on this motherfucker looking 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 jacking niggas owe you an apology
Icy white, two bricks on my feet nigga
[?] making money while I sleep nigga
Cop the [?] and cop the [?] styling
My Air Force 1's you couldn't walk a mile in 'em

[Hook]

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