Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Giuseppe, artist - Mustard. Date of issue: 10.08.2014
Song language: English
Giuseppe |
| 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, okay |
| KTZ jogging suit |
| Man that boy cockin' loot |
| I paid for the pussy man |
| But it ain’t somethin' that I often do, yeah |
| 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, yeah |
| 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 450 |
| Rappers try to befriend a nigga |
| On skinny ass ties, wearin' skinny ass tie |
| My outfit from the Grammys might kill you nigga |
| Chef cook crab legs with the Dom Pérignon nigga |
| I’m a fuckin' don nigga, put a fuckin' target on him |
| Giuseppes Zanottis on your motherfuckin' lawn nigga |
| Steppin' on your sofa, roll it on my arm homie |
| Ass so big, she need a fuckin' alarm on it |
| 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, okay |
| 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 |
| Cartier Rollie watch, nigga lookin' antique |
| Just counted out another million, that’s a cool week |
| 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, okay |
| 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 bitch, keep the extras, Merry Christmas |
| I’m a Balenciaga wearin', Clive Christian ass nigga |
| You keep my name in your mouth, always bitchin' ass nigga |
| Swear the roof on the motherfucker looking like astrology |
| 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 |
| Avion be on makin' money while I sleep nigga |
| Cop the mid, cop the low, just to style on 'em |
| My Air Forces, nigga, you couldn’t walk a mile in 'em |
| 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, okay |