Letra de Love Is Blind - EST Gee

Phew, phew, phew

(FOREVEROLLING)

Yeah, yeah

Come take a trip down memory lane with a gravedigger

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

I'm a 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 is, the same niggas dissin' 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 wan' eat 'cause I ain't say, "No pickle"

Put her on the nigga, she get that lo', we gon' for sure get him

Most get it, the small few of 'em that don't don't need no nose tissue

'Cause I'ma wipe it for him, 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)

Cried, 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

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

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

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

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

Run off on your stupid ass next time if you don't lower the tab

Niggas ain't got money, got 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 all on 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

Bricklayer and I was made to last and never come in last

Act like you wan' 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 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 from 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

Video, he up a stupid roll, camera off, he lie

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, whoever tryna collide, know it's suicide

Love is blind, so is my left eye, so fuck the other side

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