paroles de chanson Blind - Gucci Mane , A Boogie wit da Hoodie
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)
She
said
she
don't
got
no
type,
she
like
the
boss
type
(Boss)
A
rich
nigga
that
be
down
to
fuck
her
all
night
(Lock)
Big
Guwop
in
your
house,
cuff
your
ho
type
(Cuff
hrt)
Old
insecure
nigga,
you
a
ho
type
(Go)
I
told
Zay
I
need
the
East
Atlanta
Bay
shit
(Bay
shit)
I
vote
Gucci
Mane
and
Zay
as
the
greatest
(Greatest)
Niggas
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)
Bitch,
it's
President's
Day,
I'm
the
president
(Gucci)
She
tryna
suck
my
dick
and
use
that
shit
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
damn)
Need
to
call
a
timeout
'cause
this
shit
ain't
fair
(Huh?)
Bitch
got
runway
shit
that
she
ain't
even
wear
(Yeah)
On
a
tear
right
now,
man,
this
shit
unreal
(Yeah)
No
cap,
no
cut,
it's
a
done
deal
Playin'
blackjack,
I
took
'em
down
a
fuckin'
half
a
mil'
Delusions
of
Grandeur
so
call
Dr.
Phil
(Call
him)
Drop
top,
red
vert,
God,
take
the
wheel
(Wop)
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
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
fuckin'
pressure
I
be
singin'
while
I
rap,
I
feel
like
Usher
I'm
that
nigga,
Amiri,
got
every
sweater
If
you
that
nigga,
nigga,
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'
fuck
you
good
and
make
you
mad
horny
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
motherfuckin'
MAC
on
me
But
now
I
got
somebody
else
to
blast
for
me
But
fuck
it,
if
I
gotta
do
it,
mask
on
me
Yeah,
this
is
my
mood,
yeah
I'm
wearing
black
all
week,
hah
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
Anytime
you
want
you
can
hold
it
She
be
worried
'bout
the
wrong
things
Ninety-nine
pair
of
Balmains
1 Love Thru The Computer
2 ICE
3 Special
4 Proud Of You
5 Hands Off
6 Upgrade
7 Outro
8 Potential
9 Lame (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)
10 Blind
11 Human Chandelier
12 Bussdown
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