Lyrics Amine - Blinds Every day I'm counting up my paper Petty niggas hate, the ones in public with the vapors Leave 'em in the dust and then we tell 'em see you later Only people that truly know me is my mama and my maker Shawty, you like my free form dreads I love it when she give a nigga
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