Singer: Gucci Mane
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Song: Blind
Gucci Mane - Blind Lyrics (LRC Advanced) (03:34-214-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:20.00]She said she don't got no type, she like the boss type (Boss)
[00:22.60]A rich nigga that be down to fuck her all night (Lock)
[00:24.70]Big Guwop in your house, cuff your ho type (Cuff hrt)
[00:27.40]Old insecure nigga, you a ho type (Go)
[00:30.00]I told Zay I need the East Atlanta Bay shit (Bay shit)
[00:32.50]I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (Greatest)
[00:35.00]Niggas mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant (No)
[00:37.60]I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (Skrrt)
[00:40.10]I got money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (Nah)
[00:42.50]But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (Yup)
[00:45.00]Bitch, it's President's Day, I'm the president (Gucci)
[00:47.60]She tryna suck my dick and use that shit for evidence (Huh?)
[00:50.20]If you come too close, you in rare air
[00:52.70]Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (Ooh)
[00:55.20]Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair (Burr)
[00:57.70]And they big as real pears, I'm a real player (Wow)
[01:00.30]I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder, Klondike Bear (Well damn)
[01:03.00]Need to call a timeout 'cause this shit ain't fair (Huh?)
[01:05.40]Bitch got runway shit that she ain't even wear (Yeah)
[01:08.00]On a tear right now, man, this shit unreal (Yeah)
[01:10.50]No cap, no cut, it's a done deal
[01:13.10]Playin' blackjack, I took 'em down a fuckin' half a mil'
[01:15.60]Delusions of Grandeur so call Dr. Phil (Call him)
[01:18.30]Drop top, red vert, God, take the wheel (Wop)
[01:20.80]Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
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[01:24.80]She worried 'bout the wrong things, yeah
[01:26.90]Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
[01:29.40]And she be actin' like she know me
[01:32.10]I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
[01:34.10]But I can tell you really need controllin'
[01:36.60]Before you was my girl, you was my homie
[01:39.20]Anytime you want, you can hold it
[01:41.50]I'm an artist, I'm not a sketcher, yeah, yeah
[01:44.10]I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
[01:46.50]You buggin' if you think I trust ya
[01:48.90]That .38 stay in my dresser
[01:51.40]But they ain't know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah
[01:54.10]They must've thought I wouldn't catch up, yeah
[01:56.60]Now open up and let me stretch ya
[01:58.90]Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg up
[02:01.00]I'm a king and I don't feel no fuckin' pressure
[02:03.50]I be singin' while I rap, I feel like Usher
[02:06.10]I'm that nigga, Amiri, got every sweater
[02:08.50]If you that nigga, nigga, say it with your chest, oh
[02:11.10]She love my swag, oh yeah
[02:12.60]I bought her a new bag, I paid a bag for it
[02:15.00]I'm ...........
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