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letra de love is blind - est gee

[intro]
phew, phew, phew
(foreverolling)
yeah, yeah

[verse]
come take a trip down memory lane with a gravedigger
a made n-gga, poppin’ paink!llers don’t make me think different
i’m a drank sipper, i done slayed n-ggas, i done paid k!llers
out the whip and out the window, long as you get ’em, ain’t no difference
shame is, the same n-ggas 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 n-gga, 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 s-xy lips, when she eat d-ck, 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 n-gga
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
n-ggas 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 sh-t 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
n-gga 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 sh-t, i had to take my time
step and put some n-ggas 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 f-ck the other side

- est gee

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