Giuseppe Lyrics - Singles - Dj Mustard

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 

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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 

Photos 

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