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Blind Man
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Blind Man was released on September 19, 2025 by Bag Boy Nation Entertainment as a part of the album Slicccer Than Rick - EP
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2025
LabelBag Boy Nation Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sliccc
Sliccc
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaidyn Binachi
Jaidyn Binachi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaidyn Binachi
Jaidyn Binachi
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit, I remember
When, we ain't had it
Now, we got some
Hey, look, look, look
My phone rang
Soon as I said we got it, my phone rang
Ain't that some shit
Sliccc
Man, my bitch look the baddest
Ass the super fattest
I can't get myself to beef with **** who ain't have it
Shit nah, I can't get myself to hang around **** who ain't havin
If I'm countin' up this money, tell me who the fuck gon' blast it
I used to sleep up in the attic
I had roaches on the mattress
I had dreams of rich Richard Millie's, rockin' Rollies, switchin' paddocks
I had fiends who ain't have feelings, overdose until they happy
How the fuck am I the villain? I'm supposed to feed my family
Told da bitch to bend dat ass over, shake it how I like it
When she handin' me some money, only time I get excited
Get on top, she try to ride it
Me and her pussy be fightin
We be goin' back and forth round after round until the night ends
I bend her over, break her down until her spine bend
I can count this money without lookin, call me blind, man
I got some killers east to west because I'm tied in
Oh, you really love me? Take these rental keys and drive then
Oh, you really love me? Break for ten and give me nine, then
Oh, she really love me? She ain't with me, she gon' die, then
I see her pussy, give it kiss before I dive in
She go Dior, Venci, Linceaga when she mad at Papa
I don't ever get back off emotions, I keep stackin' dollas
Man, my bitch look the baddest, ass the super fattest
I can't give myself the beef with **** who ain't having
Nah, I can't get myself the hang around **** who ain't active
If I'm countin' up this money, tell me who the fuck gon blastin
Used to sleep up in the attic, I had roaches on the mattress
I had dreams of Richard Millies, rockin' Rollies swithcing Paddocks
I had fiends who ain't have feelings, overdose until they happy
How the fuck am I the villain? I'm supposed to feed my family
Written by: Jaidyn Bianchi
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