don trip - new blinds lyrics
[chorus: don trip]
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
[verse 1: don trip]
who’s that peepin in my window?
damb i thought it was [?]
3 [?] b+tch i grind
and i still don’t f+ck with you bozos
i’m in that water, spend [?] just so i can do a show
bust that [?] f+ck you
i don’t really care
i just take the time to clear the air
imma ride till the wheels fall off
when the wheels fall off, imma go switch them for the spare
[?]
no airbag, no seat belt
born in the trap, [?] out
[?]
so i got 30 pounds in that [?] bout to slang them all to 1 guy
i see this n+gga 2 times a week, we don’t еven say hi
oh no we don’t evеn waste no time
we just handle that and get [?]
i’m too paranoid, i know
moving pounds like [?]
[chorus: don trip]
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
[verse 2: young dolph]
it’s dolph!
what the h+ll you been doing?
selling pounds in and out of town
front you what?
you must be out your motherf+cking mind
hold on wait, i changed my mind
i can get you 5, and leave your mama address with me, just in case you try to hide
some in the house, and the rest outside
[?] ducking these bails like clide
[?] day
and i keep 2 grams in my swisher
f+ck a double up, i’m tryna make mine tripple
trip what’s poppin? you already know
post on instagram, that’s a million dollar pistol
[?] made me a half a million dollar n+gga
f+cked the b+tch, cut her off and i ain’t need no sizzars
jumped in the whip, burned out, left her all in her feelings
garbage bag full of green sh+t, round my way we call it [?]
na i don’t f+ck with p+ssy n+ggas, don’t atempt to give me no handshake
[chorus: don trip]
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
[verse 3: don trip]
i know too many n+ggas doing fed time
i know some others that made it to the headlines
and i know these broke n+ggas get despret
but i ain’t sharing wealth, too selfish
[?] hit your ass with this [?]
b+tch i’m ballen, [?]
[?] intersept it
[?], to protect my investmants
i don’t give a damb bout you
i’m just tryna get to my loot
i was 16, [?]
stacking up dope in the booth
[?]
she pretend she had no clue
but i was tryna hold our house together with no glue
spent far too many nights at the window with the extended
n+gga whoever coming in, [?] with me
[chorus: don trip]
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
i got the pounds, ain’t no slowing down
b+tch it’s going down
slanging pounds, like i’m slanging pies
ain’t no breaking down
working out, we can’t work it out
i want every dime
got me paranoid, on my mind
f+cking up the blinds
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