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BlindFold (feat. Grande Zee) Video (MV)




Performed By: Trill T
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Willie Tolbert




Trill T - BlindFold (feat. Grande Zee) Lyrics




S.V.G
Shut up and rap, hoe
Let's go
Didn't wanna see me make it better wear a blindfold

Out in Vegas, smoking good in a different time zone
I just want the head, baby, put your clothes on
Told the driver when he whip it, put your mask on
Never being friendly, cause I see the envy

I can feel the hate, homie, I don't want you near me
Cleaning off the windshield so I see it clearly
Even though I'm not there, I know that you still feel me
Everybody spinning, I just mind my business
Don't need no distractions when I'm grinding trying to get

I'm a certified real nigga from the trenches
They put me in the game, I was sitting on the bench
They taught me how to shoot it when you pull it, don't flinch
Posted in the cut, smoking with a bad bitch

Play the game how the game go
If you bout to do a drill, homie, change clothes
You didn't want to see me winning, keep your eyes closed
Niggas not seeing me, they wearing blindfolds

Stuck in the same place like the time froze
Me, I'm elevating with the time though, for sure
Didn't wanna see me make it better wear a blindfold
Out in Vegas smoking good in a different time zone

I just want the head, baby, put your clothes on
Tell the driver when he whip it, put your mask on
Didn't wanna see me make it better wear a blindfold
Out in Vegas smoking good in a different time zone

I just want a head, baby, put your clothes on
Tell the driver when he whip it, put your mask on
Got this bitch piped up like a Monday night raw
Told Shawty give me head till she get locked jaw

Stuff a slab wood like a holiday turkey
Gas got me keep feeling like Charlie Murphy
Got Patron in my cup, got me feeling active
Big nigga, they gone eat me like potato salad

Go Kanye, Told Jesus walk with me
Press play on that boosie, get up off of me
Me and T in this bitch like Steve Nash
Durk Nowitzki Alley Hoops, this shit off the glass

This shit going platinum, bitch, I feel like prime time
Pablo Escobar the way that I been dropping pounds
Niggas say he warming up, boy, you a TV dinner
Shawty want me, in her mix, sorry, I ain't no blender

Life is a gamble, boy, this shit like prize Pick
Might just smoke a whole seven call me Mike Vick
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English

S.V.G
Shut up and rap, hoe
Let's go
Didn't wanna see me make it better wear a blindfold

Out in Vegas, smoking good in a different time zone
I just want the head, baby, put your clothes on
Told the driver when he whip it, put your mask on
Never being friendly, cause I see the envy

I can feel the hate, homie, I don't want you near me
Cleaning off the windshield so I see it clearly
Even though I'm not there, I know that you still feel me
Everybody spinning, I just mind my business
Don't need no distractions when I'm grinding trying to get

I'm a certified real nigga from the trenches
They put me in the game, I was sitting on the bench
They taught me how to shoot it when you pull it, don't flinch
Posted in the cut, smoking with a bad bitch

Play the game how the game go
If you bout to do a drill, homie, change clothes
You didn't want to see me winning, keep your eyes closed
Niggas not seeing me, they wearing blindfolds

Stuck in the same place like the time froze
Me, I'm elevating with the time though, for sure
Didn't wanna see me make it better wear a blindfold
Out in Vegas smoking good in a different time zone

I just want the head, baby, put your clothes on
Tell the driver when he whip it, put your mask on
Didn't wanna see me make it better wear a blindfold
Out in Vegas smoking good in a different time zone

I just want a head, baby, put your clothes on
Tell the driver when he whip it, put your mask on
Got this bitch piped up like a Monday night raw
Told Shawty give me head till she get locked jaw

Stuff a slab wood like a holiday turkey
Gas got me keep feeling like Charlie Murphy
Got Patron in my cup, got me feeling active
Big nigga, they gone eat me like potato salad

Go Kanye, Told Jesus walk with me
Press play on that boosie, get up off of me
Me and T in this bitch like Steve Nash
Durk Nowitzki Alley Hoops, this shit off the glass

This shit going platinum, bitch, I feel like prime time
Pablo Escobar the way that I been dropping pounds
Niggas say he warming up, boy, you a TV dinner
Shawty want me, in her mix, sorry, I ain't no blender

Life is a gamble, boy, this shit like prize Pick
Might just smoke a whole seven call me Mike Vick
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Writer: Willie Tolbert
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