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gucci mane - both eyes closed lyrics

[intro]
we got london on da track
drop top, wop
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you

[chorus: gucci mane]
cartier frames, call me four eyes
still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
a lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics i post
but it’s a beautiful day outside today
don’t know what car i’ma drive today
promoter just brought me 200 grand and i’ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’ve got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her
she runnin’ through my mind, that’s a fine idea
and i ain’t blake griffin, i don’t drive no kia
if it ain’t 10 mil, i can’t sign no deal
i’m all about a check, fresh nikes, let’s do it
and i spy a b-tch that wanna straight, get to it
trap tutorial, ridin’ down memorial
from the bando to the waldorf astoria
if you don’t like to see n-gg-s shine, then close your eyes then
i’ll be on a private island, vibin’ to violins
autobiography, gucci mane the author
and i’m the trap sponsor, gucci mane’s the father
an eight figure n-gg- just walked into walter’s
if you ain’t gettin’ money then move out of georgia
100 tapes and goin’, go check my discography
the freshest n-gg- livin’, go check your photography

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
i just drove the tesla with both eyes closed
made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove
two-tone wraith and a two-tone pp
walked out of gucci with the two-tone gg
bulletproof rhino, c-ke color albino
yeah, my sauce a1, no fogo de chão
makin’ money in piles sellin’ people the pyro
click the link in the bio, i’m the illest that i know
i’m the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title
had to roc just like tidal, sell a preacher the bible
i’m a hustler for real, sell a hospital vitals
sell my cousin some adderall ’cause he takin’ his finals
tity boi your highness, make it through any crisis
all i do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us
got the ‘ye on the bracelet, got the ‘ye on the frame
got the ‘ye on the watch, ‘ye to the game

[verse 3: young dolph]
don’t mean to brag and boast, but i be fresher than most
ran through my first million playin’ on the west coast
keep some pretty girls ’round me everywhere that i go
we made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let’s make a toast
i run circles ’round square n-gg-s with a blindfold
and she said “let’s make love”, want me to f-ck with my eyes closed
but lil’ mama so fine when she took her clothes off
i went straight in it both eyes closed
(you’re crazy bruh)
ha, wait a minute, i’m fresh as f-ck, let me strike a pose
hands down, iced up, white and rose gold
she walkin’ ’round my penthouse in my versace robe
since a juvenile i stuck to the g code
servin’ out the kitchen but i never touched the stove
i told my b-tch “you mine’s now, you ain’t gotta work
just keep it real and let’s go spend the mils”

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