Yung Bleu - More Than Average lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Bleu] Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics, okay On my bad b*tch, 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 fu*k 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 fu*k with a ni**a like me 'causе I ain't no average Joe I ride with demons fu*k with a ni**a 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 b*tch, 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 fu*k 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 sh*t 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 fu*ked 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 b*tch, 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 fu*k 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