YN Jay – Blind ‘Em (ft. Lil Yachty) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

YN Jay - Blind 'Em (ft. Lil Yachty) (prod. BEATSBYSAV)

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YN Jay is back with “Blind ‘Em” featuring Lil Yachty. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by BEATSBYSAV.

Yn Jay Blind'em
Yn Jay Blind ’em

Lil Yachty blessed fans with his annual birthday mix a few weeks ago but he’s back with a brand new collaboration alongside rising rapper YN Jay. The pair came through with their new single, “Blind ‘Em,” a hard-hitting trap track that is juxtaposed by its hilarious bars. With no hook to back them, the pair deliver free verses, going back-to-back with equally menacing and hilarious bars. Yachty kicks things off by comparing his girl’s vaginal area to Dalai Lama’s head before bragging about his Asian girl looking like London Tipton. YN Jay doesn’t take himself too seriously either. He’s braggadocios as he compares his artillery to COD and dishes out on Trump’s stimulus checks.

YN Jay – Blind ‘Em (ft. Lil Yachty) (prod. BEATSBYSAV)

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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
Yuh, grrr

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Aye, think I’m in love with my bitch momma
Red rag wrapped around the head like I work for Osama
My bitch pussy bald head look like Dalai Lama
Who got the percs i need f-f-fifteen
My asian bitch rich and bold London Tipton
How the fuck cop knew that bro someone tipped him
Soon as we find out bet that we dip him
Heard that the opps got locked up we gon’ bond him
Huh, we gon’ find him, tie him up and grind him
These niggas dick suckin’ what I thought I signed him
Would shine some light on him but it might blind him
Aye, i need a 8th of wo’
Never leave the house I’m strapped boy you know I keep my pole
Chopstick on me and it sing like Nat King Cole
Nigga think he flexin’ money boy I seen mo’
Nigga think he flexin’ big hoes we fucked em before
Shoutsout YN Jay I know he gon’ get the Rolls
Aye it’s big boat, play with me I stick tote
Ain’t no sick note, finna get me a Rick coat
I do not tip toe I’m good where I walk
Miss me some wok keep some wok in the stock
Jet skis at the dock got a boat by the jet skis
Been fuckin’ bitches since the Gameboy SP
Been fuckin’ bitches since a nigga was a lil’ one
Playin’ with my name imma make a nigga feel sumn’ on god

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I ain’t finna make no band I got a real drum
Perky got me bitin’ down like it was real gum
Oh they said the opps in the party imma still come
Call of Duty only difference is I got a real gun
I can say some smart shit make you feel dumb
If I beat your doonies down you gon’ feel numb
I don’t wanna buy that pint if it ain’t sealed up
I’m finna put your bitch out I think I smelled somethin’
Niggas waitin’ on they stimulus like “when the mail coming?”
Nigga you do not own shit like “when the bills coming?”
Damn, my battery’s going dead got my scale jumpin’
Phone slappin’ all day I got sales comin’
I was posed to be there at 11, it’s like 12 somethin’
Why the fuck you flashin’ 5 thousand, that ain’t real money
You can’t jugg me if I was blind I can feel money
I can’t bring young dog around he’ll steal somethin’
Draco with a banana clip I’ll peel somethin’
I just threw a party yesterday and it’s still jumpin’
Coach said shoot it from the 3 but I still dunked it

[Outro: YN Jay]
Yachty why you do that man?

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