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Eyes Closed

 

Eyes Closed

(album: Hot August Nights - 2019)


Trenchwerk
XL Eagle made it
Chase, you got one
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Nard & B

Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still getting more
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Andretti on the court game, ice cold, ice cold

It's 3 AM, she calling to pull up and smoke
She tryna fuck, I'm playing it off like I don't know
I rolled four, lit one up when she come through the door
She peeping everything, chandelier, marble floor
I passed that and told her keep it, I got hella reefer
Ass fat, let me see it, don't be playing either
Surround sound bumping loud, got her working out
This ain't a strip club, this my studio house
Lil' mama, I could bring you round if you really down
Bring you to my real crib in a lil' while
I got a boss bitch counting in there right now
She could show you how, she could put you down
Can't fuck with them clowns, can't fuck around
I never said I run the city, but I hold it down

Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still getting more
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed

Ferraris on the road, I ain't going home
Every day twenty cones, whole ounce gone
I don't switch watches, got Rollies different timezones
Got a pound in the fridge, pour champagne on your bitch
My lil' brother got a lake house, he gon' drop a pin
You can bring your friends, just don't bring no fucking men
I got Impalas, every year, I got my money in my ear
Talking while I board the Lear, wheels up, we disappear

Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still getting more
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
She on the phone talking 'bout she tryna fuck and smoke
She 'bout to ride this motherfucker with her eyes closed

Eastside
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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