More Than Average

By Taleban Dooda

On Fallen Angel

Released on May 14, 2021

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[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 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


[Verse 1: Taleban Dooda]

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


[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 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


[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 fucked 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 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