EST Gee – Love Is Blind (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2022-08-13

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

EST Gee is here with the “Love Is Blind” song. The track comes with a music video and was co-produced by FOREVEROLLING & Marko Lenz.

Est Gee Love Is Blind

Est Gee Love Is Blind

With this latest track, EST Gee gives us some braggadocios lyrics that showcase just how serious he is about his business. From there, we get some uptempo production that helps set the tone perfectly. Once again, EST Gee shows us why he is one of the best artists coming out of the south right now.

EST Gee – Love Is Blind (prod. FOREVEROLLING & Marko Lenz)

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Phew, phew, phew
Yeah, yeah

Come take a trip down memory lane with a grave digger (With a grave)
A made nigga, poppin’ painkillers don’t make me think different
I’m a drink sipper, I’m done slayed niggas, I done paid killers (I done paid)
Out the whip and out the window, long as you get ’em, ain’t no difference
Shame, it’s the same niggas dissin’ you, 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 wanna eat, ’cause I ain’t say “No pickles”
Put her on to niggas, she get that lo’, we gon’ for sure get ’em, most get it
The small feel on that dome don’t need no nose tissue
‘Cause I’ma wipe it for ’em, he don’t even know it, I’m so cold with it
She got sexy lips, when she eat dick, I call her “Soul Stealer” (Mwah)
Cryin’, I make her sad, said “I’ll be back when it’s a whole river” (It’s a whole river)
She give me a pass on how I act because her old nigga (Because of her old boy)
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 (You know I hit his ass)
Bossed up, I bought all my whips with cash, and came with paper tags
Three kilos and one-five-hundred grams, all my Cubans dance
Every brick I grab, you ain’t my mans, a couple, four and a half
Run off on your stupid ass, next time, if you don’t lower the tab
Niggas ain’t got money, or no swag, they can’t make me crash
Let my brodie score, I threw the pass, he laid it off the glass
I was slimin’, it’s blood all on my grass, I hope you thinkin’ fast (Slime, slime)
Four of Wpck’ inside a Big Blue pop make it look like big jazz
Thought that shit was good, but it was trash (Yeah), get back to the lab (Back to the lab)
Brick layer and I was made to last and never come in last
Act like you won’t test me, you gon’ pass, fam, I ain’t talkin’ class
Know I got that Gretzki, 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 for trash
Nigga 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 shit, I had to take my time
Step and put some niggas on a shelf who wanted to see me die (They wanted to see me die)
Video, he up a stupid roll, camera off, he lied (Camera off, he lied)
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
You ever try to collide, know it’s suicide
And love is blind, so is my left eye, so fuck the other side

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