EST Gee - Love Is Blind Lyrics + MP3 DOWNLOAD

EST Gee - Love Is Blind Lyrics + MP3 DOWNLOAD

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EST Gee - Love Is Blind Lyrics

 [Intro]

Phew, phew, phew

(FOREVEROLLING)

Yeah, yeah


[Verse]

Come take a trip down memory lane with a grave digger (With a grave)

A made nigga, poppin' painkillers don't make me think different

I'm a drink sipper, I'm done slayed niggas, I done paid killers (I done paid)

Out the whip and out the window, long as you get 'em, ain't no difference


Shame, it's the same niggas dissin' you, used to wan' 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 to niggas, she get that lo', we gon' for sure get 'em, most get it

The small feel on that dome don't need no nose tissue

'Cause I'ma wipe it for 'em, he don't even know it, I'm so cold with it

She got sexy lips, when she eat dick, I call her "Soul Stealer" (Mwah)

Cryin', I make her sad, said "I'll be back when it's a whole river" (It's a whole river)

She give me a pass on how I act because her old nigga (Because of her old boy)

Broke and 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 (You know I hit his ass)

Bossed up, I bought all my whips with cash, and came with paper tags

Three kilos and one-five-hundred grams, all my Cubans dance

Every brick I grab, you ain't my mans, a couple, four and a half

Run off on your 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 was slimin', it's blood all on my grass, I hope you thinkin' fast (Slime, slime)

Four of Wpck' inside a Big Blue pop make it look like big jazz

Thought that shit was good, but it was trash (Yeah), get back to the lab (Back to the lab)

Brick layer and I was made to last and never come in last

Act like you won't test me, you gon' pass, fam, I ain't talkin' class

Know I got that Gretzki, don't even ask, just come with the cash

I don't reminisce on what I had 'cause I'm still in my bag


Difference me and his is, mine's Dior, and yours is made for trash

Nigga sent the gangsters text I laugh, you 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

Step and put some niggas on a shelf who wanted to see me die (They wanted to see me die)

Video, he up a stupid roll, camera off, he lied (Camera off, he lied)

Gotta shine, 'cause I ain't used to have nothin', and that's the reason why


Homicide, another mama cried, son played with Fifty five Riata Drive

You ever try to collide, know it's suicide

And love is blind, so is my left eye, so fuck the other side



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