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EST Gee - Love Is Blind Lyrics



EST Gee - Love Is Blind Lyrics
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(FOREVEROLLING)

Yeah yeah
Come take a trip down memory lane with a grave digger, a made nigga
Poppin' painkillers don't make me think different, I'ma drank sipper
I done slayed niggas, I done paid killers
Out the whip and out the window, long as you get 'em ain't no difference
Shame it's the same niggas dissin' used to wanna hang with us
I ain't trippin', I been had a lot of opps even more pistols
Bougie freak say she don't wanna eat 'cause I ain't say no pickles
Put her on the nigga she get that lo' we gone for sure get 'em
Most get it, the small few of 'em that don't need no nose tissue
'Cause I'ma wipe it for 'em, he don't even know that I'm so cold with it
She got sexy lips when she eat dick call her soul stealer
Cry and make her sad said I'll be back when it's a whole river
She give me a pass on how I act because her old nigga
Broken down bad sittin' on his ass watchin' her go get it
Plus I used to serve her baby dad you know I hit his bag
Bossed up I bought all my whips with cash, it came with paper tags
Three kilos and one five hundred hunnid grams, all my Cubans dance
Every brick I grab you ain't my mans a cut for four and a half
Run off on yo' stupid ass next time if you don't lower the tab
Niggas ain't got money or no swag they can't make me crash
Let my brodie score I threw the pass, he laid it off the glass
I done slimed his blood on all my grass, I hope you thinkin' fast
Four of Wock' inside a Big Blue pop make it look like the Jazz
Thought that shit was good but it was trash, get back to the lab
Brick layer and I was made to last and never come in last
Act like you want test me you gon' pass and I ain't talkin' class
Know I got that Gretzky, don't even ask, just come with the cash
I'ont reminisce on what I had 'cause I'm still in my bag
Difference with me and his, is mine's Dior and yours is made for trash
Nigga sent a gangsta text I laughed, he know that that's his ass
He survived from hidin' under the wheel he ain't dump his iron
Know I climbed from out that pile of shit I had to take my time
Steppers put some niggas on a shelf, who want to see me die
Video he up a stupid row, camera off he lie
Gotta shine 'cause I ain't used to have nothin' and that's the reason why
Homicide another mama cryin' son playin' with 55 Riata Drive
Whoever tryna collide know it's suicide
Love is blind, so is my left eye, so f*ck the other side
F*ck the other side
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(FOREVEROLLING)

Yeah yeah
Come take a trip down memory lane with a grave digger, a made nigga
Poppin' painkillers don't make me think different, I'ma drank sipper
I done slayed niggas, I done paid killers
Out the whip and out the window, long as you get 'em ain't no difference
Shame it's the same niggas dissin' used to wanna hang with us
I ain't trippin', I been had a lot of opps even more pistols
Bougie freak say she don't wanna eat 'cause I ain't say no pickles
Put her on the nigga she get that lo' we gone for sure get 'em
Most get it, the small few of 'em that don't need no nose tissue
'Cause I'ma wipe it for 'em, he don't even know that I'm so cold with it
She got sexy lips when she eat dick call her soul stealer
Cry and make her sad said I'll be back when it's a whole river
She give me a pass on how I act because her old nigga
Broken down bad sittin' on his ass watchin' her go get it
Plus I used to serve her baby dad you know I hit his bag
Bossed up I bought all my whips with cash, it came with paper tags
Three kilos and one five hundred hunnid grams, all my Cubans dance
Every brick I grab you ain't my mans a cut for four and a half
Run off on yo' stupid ass next time if you don't lower the tab
Niggas ain't got money or no swag they can't make me crash
Let my brodie score I threw the pass, he laid it off the glass
I done slimed his blood on all my grass, I hope you thinkin' fast
Four of Wock' inside a Big Blue pop make it look like the Jazz
Thought that shit was good but it was trash, get back to the lab
Brick layer and I was made to last and never come in last
Act like you want test me you gon' pass and I ain't talkin' class
Know I got that Gretzky, don't even ask, just come with the cash
I'ont reminisce on what I had 'cause I'm still in my bag
Difference with me and his, is mine's Dior and yours is made for trash
Nigga sent a gangsta text I laughed, he know that that's his ass
He survived from hidin' under the wheel he ain't dump his iron
Know I climbed from out that pile of shit I had to take my time
Steppers put some niggas on a shelf, who want to see me die
Video he up a stupid row, camera off he lie
Gotta shine 'cause I ain't used to have nothin' and that's the reason why
Homicide another mama cryin' son playin' with 55 Riata Drive
Whoever tryna collide know it's suicide
Love is blind, so is my left eye, so f*ck the other side
F*ck the other side
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Writer: George Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Mark Nikolaev, William Boyette
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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