Taleban Dooda feat. Yung Bleu Lyrics
"More Than Average"

Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics
Okay
On my bad bitch, okay, she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah

She hop in the Wraith and we
Can fuck under the stars
Put about ninety on my neck
It shine like lights, you can't ignore it
You know them charges never stick
I beat them cases just like Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and
Upped the turbo boost
I know you hear the noise

Thesе diamonds green, man
She fuck with a nigga like me
'causе I ain't no average Joe
I ride with demons
Fuck with a nigga like me then
You won't breathe no more
Switch hoes like seasons
So many broken hearts
I don't even wanna love no more
Like what's the meaning?
How you gonna have the strength to forgive
But you ain't gon' let it go?

I bought her Dior for all the
Times that she felt pain, crying faster
To show her I need her
I bought her Alexander McQueen
It shows my passion
Every time I see her, I try to
Get all of me that I can
Forget what happened
It hurt like Hell, she even
In love with another man
I'm filled with sadness
I bought Gucci sneaks to see all of
The snakes that cover my grass
Cartier lenses to see her face
There ain't no way that these is glass
It ain't no stopping for the Jakes
They know the cars is driving fast
Another high speed chase
But we gon' act like nothing happened

Another high speed chase
But we gon' act like nothing happened
It ain't no stopping for the Jakes
They know the cars is driving fast

Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics
Okay
On my bad bitch, okay, she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah

She hop in the Wraith and we
Can fuck under the stars
Put about ninety on my neck
It shine like lights, you can't ignore it
You know them charges never stick
I beat them cases just like Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and
Upped the turbo boost
I know you hear the noise

Ain't it amazing how I can stuff a
Hundred racks inside these purple jeans
Ain't it amazing how I turned my
Nike sneaks into Gucci shoes
Ain't it amazing how I made it out of
That warzone where I used to be
But ain't it crazy how I left the war
But I'm still at war with my enemies

Vlone shirt, purple jeans
I can't forget my Gucci kicks
I almost forgot my Gucci belt
It help me hold my blick
I can dress myself, I'm sorry
I don't know what a stylist is
And I'm sorry if I'm showing my ass
But I remember when I ain't have shit

Yeah, now I'm making hit's, and
I'm sorry, I can't miss, no
Curry in my blick
I shoot from deep like it's a free throw
Warriors, we the type to pull up
Make them get low
Amateurs, they the type to pull up
Shoot out windows

If I die tonight, I'll be fresh to death
You see these snakes hold my ankles
Why you hear a slither when I step?
These ain't just shades, I see
The real and fake
So it's venom under my belt
And I know I got my fucked up ways
But I never said I was proud of myself

Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics
Okay
On my bad bitch, okay, she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah

She hop in the Wraith and we
Can fuck under the stars
Put about ninety on my neck
It shine like lights, you can't ignore it
You know them charges never stick
I beat them cases just like Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and
Upped the turbo boost
I know you hear the noise