Lyrics Guapanese - Lil Pete, DeJ Loaf

Guapanese

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Wanna book me, that’s gon' cost a fee
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs
Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee
Spanish mami, she from Belize
Speak to me, speak guapanese
Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs
Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee
Spanish mami, she from Belize
Speak to me, speak guapanese
Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink
I’m goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Ballin' out like I’m James Harden
On the bench, you ain’t even startin'
Real niggas and we ain’t departed
Juggs bustin' like a bitch jeans
Cashing out like bitch, please
V10, that’s a ten speed
Benz coupe, gotta tint me
Niggas lurkin' on they bitch page
Couple niggas got bitch ways
Get the strap like I’m 50
Gotta drip up in Fendi
Ridin' 'round with a whole hundred
In my bag, I been road runnin'
Bitches hate me 'cause I fuck they friend
Heart cold, I can’t be your mans
I ain’t never with the lovey-dove
Finding love in the strip club
On the pole and she fuck it up
Trust a bitch, I can’t trust a slut
No fucks I can never give
I just wanna have hella kids
One life, so you gotta live
Turning up like a college kid
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs
Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee
Spanish mami, she from Belize
Speak to me, speak guapanese
Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs
Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee
Spanish mami, she from Belize
Speak to me, speak guapanese
Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink
Baggy jeans, got that shit all in my pants
Tryna cut away from pork, but my niggas still go H.A.M
Boy, 214, that’s my land, that’s my land
Stuntin' on these bitches every chance, every chance, yeah
37, yeah, all I wear is Euros
Bad like Mike, no, she bad like a two-year-old
Niggas want her but they know they can’t afford her
War ready, war ready in a Gucci turban (Turban)
You bit my style, hope it was worth it
I’m ballin' out, got my own jersey
Stars in the ceiling, closed curtains
Pull up in your city, we ain’t nervous
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs
Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee
Spanish mami, she from Belize
Speak to me, speak guapanese
Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink
Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet
Said they love me but it’s hard to believe
Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs
Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee
Spanish mami, she from Belize
Speak to me, speak guapanese
Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me
Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink