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blindfold - talibando lyrics

[intro]
(the circle)
(trigga, turn me up)
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
(kilo made this)

[verse]
i can count a hundred thousand with a blindfold (beep)
cheap*ass petty lil’ chains look like rhinestones (petty*ass chains)
if you knew what i had stashed, you would be mindblown (yeah)
get high on the flight, wake up in a different time zone (i’m gone)
we just poured a n*gga rent up in a cup (no cap)
this a thousand*dollar pop, n*ggas runnin’ out of bucks
we gon’ catch you in a minute, n*ggas runnin’ out of luck (they is)
them pills got me chain smokin’, i keep runnin’ out of blunts
everything gon’ be good, i can see it, that’s so raven (i can)
ain’t n0body really f*ckin’ with me, that’s what’s crazy (they ain’t)
sixty racks in the srt, just me and shady grady (skrrt)
ever since i lost my brothеr nate, that sh*t changed me (natе)
i don’t move ‘less it’s money on the floor
i got double what i want (i did)
hit the club, throw some money on a ho (let’s go)
i ain’t k!lla cam, b*tch, i still get it in the o (right now)
i’ll come and do a show and come serve my clio (on my way)
white buffs, clear lens, gucci ‘fit from dapper dan
micro draco so small, that b*tch can fit inside my pants (ah, ah, ah)
caught him in my hood, we chased his ass from emory to lance
wait until they free my brother l shoota out the can (free gang)
i ain’t never goin’ broke again like i’m yb (never)
naw, these ain’t regular adidas, b*tch, these y*3 (yeah)
i’m really burnt out, i want my lean through an iv (haha)
i’ll turn a clean sprite dark like an iced tea
my n*gga smoove with them franchise boys, he don’t wear white tees (whatever you want)
i just served a half of brick soft, look like ice cream (shh)
i’m a druglord like castro (yeah), guns like rambo (hah, hah)
n*ggas hatin’ on me, they be fans, though (hatin’)
these chopper bullets goin’ through a car
owner beggin’ us to chill, we got more shots than a bar
dayshift, blowin’ thousand after thousand, me and scar (scar)
you can send a bag today, it’ll be gone by tomorrow (yeah)
n*ggas ran off and still broke, ain’t got no sorrow (poor as h*ll)
he went and bought some buffs and got a chain, ain’t got no car, though
mattress just like wells fargo, it’s a whole lot of racks there
i’m just tryna double all my numbers up from last year (i am)
i just need a million dollars cash so i can stash
ten milli’ weigh me down, that’s why my pants keep on saggin’
i’ll gift wrap the work, send it to you like a present
i’m a king, n*ggas peasants, i think lean my favorite beverage
in the casino on roulette, bet it all on the seven
b*tch, i mean it if i say it, gettin’ money like a fetish
my white boy, he got the bl!cky, shoot that b*tch like jj red*ck (yeah)
i want green just like relish, gettin’ money like a fetish

- talibando lyrics

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