Gucci Mane - Blind (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Blind (en) Lyrics
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She said she don't got no type,
she like the boss type (Boss)
A rich nigga that be down to
fuck her all night (Lock)
Big Guwop in your house, cuff
your ho type (Cuff hrt)
Old insecure nigga, you a ho type (Go)
I told Zay I need the East Atlanta
Bay shit (Bay shit)
I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as
the greatest (Greatest)
Niggas mad 'cause they broke and
they ain't relevant (No)
I touched a quarter brick and never
been broke ever since (Skrrt)
I got money, I got power,
I'm not 50 Cent (Nah)
But I can teach you how to rob,
I been doin' it (Yup)
Bitch, it's President's Day,
I'm the president (Gucci)
She tryna suck my dick and use
that shit for evidence (Huh?)
If you come too close, you in rare air
Every time I hit the club,
I rock a rare pair (Ooh)
Twin stones on my finger,
and the cut pair (Burr)
And they big as real pears,
I'm a real player (Wow)
I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin'
colder, Klondike Bear (Well damn)
Need to call a timeout 'cause
this shit ain't fair (Huh?)
Bitch got runway shit that she
ain't even wear (Yeah)
On a tear right now, man,
this shit unreal (Yeah)
No cap, no cut, it's a done deal
Playin' blackjack, I took 'em
down a fuckin' half a mil'
Delusions of Grandeur so call
Dr. Phil (Call him)
Drop top, red vert, God,
take the wheel (Wop)
Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worried 'bout the
wrong things, yeah
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really
need controllin'
Before you was my girl,
you was my homie
Anytime you want, you can hold it
I'm an artist, I'm not a
sketcher, yeah, yeah
I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
You buggin' if you think I trust ya
That .38 stay in my dresser
But they ain't know that I
was messed up, yeah, yeah
They must've thought I wouldn't
catch up, yeah
Now open up and let me stretch ya
Do that thing that you be
doin' with your leg up
I'm a king and I don't feel
no fuckin' pressure
I be singin' while I rap,
I feel like Usher
I'm that nigga, Amiri,
got every sweater
If you that nigga, nigga, say
it with your chest, oh
She love my swag, oh yeah
I bought her a new bag,
I paid a bag for it
I'm gon' give it to her
if she ask for it
And she know I started
in the back, oh yeah
Girl, I love it when you
throw it back on me
I'm gon' fuck you good and
make you mad horny
Swear that I was cheatin',
you were black on me
Yeah, this is my mood, I'm
wearing black all week
I used to have that motherfuckin'
MAC on me
But now I got somebody
else to blast for me
But fuck it, if I gotta
do it, mask on me
Yeah, this is my mood, yeah
I'm wearing black all week, hah
Anytime you want you can hold it
She be worried 'bout the wrong things
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains
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