More Than Average Lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
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

[Post-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
She hop in the Wraith and we can f*ck 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

[Verse 1: Taleban Dooda]
Thesе diamonds green, man
She f*ck with a nigga like me 'causе I ain't no average Joe
I ride with demons
f*ck 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

[Bridge: Taleban Dooda]
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

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
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

[Post-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
She hop in the Wraith and we can f*ck 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

[Verse 2: Taleban Dooda]
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 hits, 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 f*cked up ways, but I never said I was proud of myself

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
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

[Post-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
She hop in the Wraith and we can f*ck 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

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