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blind - gucci mane lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
guwopo
you gotta be rich to hang with me
all these. keep blinding me
all these diamonds keep blinding me
no snitches, no suckers, nah (mwah)
i ain’t with it
zaytoven
(go)

[verse 1: gucci mane]
she said she don’t got no type, she like the boss type (boss)
a rich n-gg- that be down to f-ck her all night (lock)
big guwop in your house, cuff your ho type (cuff hrt)
old insecure n-gg-, you a ho type (go)
i told zay i need the east atlanta bay sh-t (bay sh-t)
i vote gucci mane and zay as the greatest (greatest)
n-gg-s 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)
b-tch, it’s president’s day, i’m the president (gucci)
she tryna suck my d-ck and use that sh-t 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 d-mn)
need to call a timeout ’cause this sh-t ain’t fair (huh?)
b-tch got runway sh-t that she ain’t even wear (yeah)
on a tear right now, man, this sh-t unreal (yeah)
no cap, no cut, it’s a done deal
playin’ blackjack, i took ’em down a f-ckin’ half a mil’
delusions of grandeur so call dr. phil (call him)
drop top, red vert, god, take the wheel (wop)

[chorus: a boogie wit da hoodie]
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

[verse 2: a boogie wit da hoodie]
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 f-ckin’ pressure
i be singin’ while i rap, i feel like usher
i’m that n-gg-, amiri, got every sweater
if you that n-gg-, n-gg-, 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’ f-ck you good and make you mad h-rny
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 motherf-ckin’ mac on me
but now i got somebody else to blast for me
but f-ck it, if i gotta do it, mask on me
yeah, this is my mood, yeah
i’m wearing black all week, hah

[outro: a boogie wit da hoodie]
anytime you want you can hold it
she be worried ’bout the wrong things
ninety-nine pair of balmains

- gucci mane lyrics

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