Young Dolph – Blind Fold Audio

Lyrics Blind Fold – Young Dolph

I just love to hustle, ayy
I don’t know why
Let the BandPlay
Take this s**t however it come, man
The most proud of that s**t get a whole lot more of that s**t
Keep goin’, ha

Saw my boy lil’ bruh, he said, Dolph, you know how it go
We can’t win ’em all, but we still at the top though
I go and buy a new chain every time I drop, ho
You signed all them deals, but ain’t got what I got though
In that drop, ho, dodgin’ potholes
Blame my cousin, he shouldn’t have never let me watch Blow
Talkin’ pesos with my ‘migo, eatin’ tacos
Count a million backwards, wearin’ a blindfold

Countin’, keep countin’, keep countin’ and countin’
Keep countin’ and countin’ and countin’
Diamonds keep shinin’ and hittin’ and blindin’
And shinin’ and shinin’ and shinin’
This quarter million dollar piece of s**t on my arm
It say that it’s perfect timin’
Different car for every day of the week
But I don’t even got time to drive ’em

Put both of my hands on the Bible
Lately, I’ve been gettin’ higher
Playin’ with that check since a minor
You the seller or the buyer
Pat that n**ga down, I don’t give a f**k
Make sure he ain’t wearin’ no wire
I’m headed to China
Rollin’ up the best weed in the whole world
But I ain’t got no lighter
Name a n**ga flyer
Lil’ n**ga, I’ll buy you
N**gas all in they feelings, actin’ like they on they cycle
You the realest n**ga in the world until you tell ’em
Nah, now they don’t like you

Saw my boy lil’ bruh, he said, Dolph, you know how it go
We can’t win ’em all, but we still at the top though
I go and buy a new chain every time I drop, ho
You signed all them deals, but ain’t got what I got though
In that drop, ho, dodgin’ potholes
Blame my cousin, he shouldn’t have never let me watch Blow
Talkin’ pesos with my ‘migo, eatin’ tacos
Count a million backwards, wearin’ a blindfold

Run it through the money machine, then count it by hand
Found out that your baby mama my number one fan
Boujee black n**ga layin’ in the sun, ’bout to get me a tan
My California b**ch don’t like to work, ship her some Vans
Off the wall
F**k all of y’all
You and your dogs
Your b**ch call me biggie and she call you small
She drop everything she doin’ when I call
Hmm, ayy, count a milli’ billzos with a blindfold
You makin’ love, n**ga, you f**ked her with your eyes closed
A multi-millionaire, talkin’ ’bout he in grind mode
I’m cross the country, trappin’ in three different time zones
It’s Dolph

Saw my boy lil’ bruh, he said, Dolph, you know how it go
We can’t win ’em all, but we still at the top though
I go and buy a new chain every time I drop, ho
You signed all them deals, but ain’t got what I got though
In that drop, ho, dodgin’ potholes
Blame my cousin, he shouldn’t have never let me watch Blow
Talkin’ pesos with my ‘migo, eatin’ tacos
Count a million backwards, wearin’ a blindfold…

Written by Adolph Robert Thornton Jr. (Young Dolph) & BandPlay
Album: Paper Route Frank
Produced by BandPlay
Young Dolph | 2022

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