Love Is Blind-EST Gee

歌手 : EST Gee

专辑 : I Never Felt Nun

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:37

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TXT Love Is Blind-EST Gee 文本歌词

Love Is Blind - EST Gee

Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mark Nikolaev

Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mark Nikolaev

Phew phew

Foreverolling

Yeah yeah

Come take a trip down memory

Lane with a gravedigger

A made poppin' painkillers

Don't make me think different

I'm a drank sipper I done slayed

I done paid killers

Out the whip and out the window

Long as you get 'em ain't no difference

Shame is the same since

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

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

For he don't even know it

I'm so cold with it

She got sexy lips

When she eat less

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 because her old

And down bad sittin' on his

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 next time

If you don't lower the tab

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 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

Sent the gangsters' text

I laugh you know that that's his

Know that that's his

He survived from hidin' under the wheel

He ain't dump his iron

Know I climbed from out

That pile of

I had to take my time

Step and put some 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 the other side other side