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heather hills - blind lyrics

[hook]:
feeling so high, feeling so high
so o-o
no i don’t mind, no i don’t mind
no o-o
(girl they so blind, girl they so blind
so o-o) x2

[verse 1]:
boutta take initiative
coming too strong can’t be dismissive
my flow is my instrument
swinging like bats ain’t catching sentences
2 chains i’m different
ain’t seen i thing like it
can’t describe it so they hating it
i just intimidate, i guess
no common b-tch, the sh-t making sense
i’m tryna represent cuz the perception bent
i don’t give a f-ck about discontent
i copped all this sh-t, they ain’t pay a cent
but i’m ready put the chips all in
mind stay steady when soul talkin
flow go so cold when room on spin
when they just couldn’t reach where the queen walkin that’s why i’m

hook (x2)
(im high up on that intellect, go tell get a puff of it
im introducing something, tell them b-tches they cant f-ck with it
i heard them say they coming so im here to ask whats up with it
im only hearing crickets, they must know to keep it sh-t with it)

[verse 2]:
swerving n-ggas like new benz
stomping b-tches like new timbs
coming clearly like new lens
they heads is spinning like new rims
they hit the pavement like two 10’s
i make these b-tches like new sims
then chop them b-tches like who’s them
only ride with fishes like full fem
so run when it come, n-ggas wanna shrug, but they can’t cause the bars so tough
they hating that love it, wish could ignore me, but they just can’t get enough
it don’t matter how you want it, dish is hot up out the oven, and i serve it with a flow on ice
words so sl!ck, rhyme quick and the chicks don’t get “how is she so precise?”

(hook)

[verse 3]:
got to step off this roster b-tch is too hot to sit with them dummy b-tches
pop, i’m shooting my shot, i spit it off top and serve with that tight precision
them b-tches show what they got but then they get chopped it wasn’t no tough decision
they f-ck with the tunnel vision
still see all, it could be y’all, but y’all been sleeping way too long
i wake em up n-gga
40 proof in the cup, running down what’s good, don’t gotta get buck that’s real n-gga
t girl that spit, bad b-tch real sh-t, try to play you get bit get down n-ggas
wildin for what? any n-gga coming crazy getting shock to the gut calm down n-ggas
i been all that, my crew cut up when we done up been did all that, what

high up off that intellect, go tell em get a puff of it
introducing somethin, tell them b-tches they can’t f-ck with it
i heard em say they coming so i’m here to ask what’s up with it
only hearing crickets, they must know to keep it shut with it

- heather hills lyrics

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