Lyrics Blaze It Up - Dabbla

Blaze It Up

And I can’t grime boy I come with the bud
Ain’t juggling shit these days
Just blazin' appreciatin' what I dump in the blunt
Don’t jumble it up (no)
Come in the cut
When the anytime air is around
Imma fuck with her
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
I forget what im sayin (shi-)
But it ain’t a 5th in my game
If you slipped on my shit then you fuckin with the whole rotation
Letting these plebs entertain
Imma rep, Imma rapper
These the ones who get to the same lost edge in the name in the track gully
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Yeah, 4:20 on the clock (‘naded)
And I’m ready for the drop
You can tell that it’s never gonna stop
By the way that I’m bowling
Big up my sock that used to have a hole in
Look at the size of the shit that I’m rollin'
Take two puff, give — hold it!
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
So, uh yeah
Manamanamans all about the ganja
Pick up the mic and spaz
Take a couple drags of this big fat blunt
That I just so happen to build like rags
Got it in a bags
Even in dribs and drabs
When they come out this shit never run out
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Pretty much, first ting that I think about when I wake up last thing I kiss at
night
Got a little stash jar I keep boxed under my bed cuz this shit just taste so
nice
That’s my vice, get lifted yeah yeah and more bitch im addicted
Yeah, well at least it’s not meth.
Init?
Fack off!
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Swear down when I spark that (fire)
Everybody wanna hang around for the reach
Begging on my left hand side like I’m gonna show love
Muthafucka this ain’t your niche
When I unleash, I bun sheesh
Capisce?
Braddahs are so pastiche (Jheez!)
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
I get wavy as tits
Whole family stay blazin in bits
Everything feels so amazing and crisp
When I dip into a bag of the craziest shit
I’m serious peng
If you ain’t quite yet clockwise it’s all about hear it again
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Got that blunt, feelin' ‘em
Stuff that cunt, spillin' ‘em
Stand 6 feet back when I’m billin' ‘em (dat's right)
Wrapped in the apple and cinnamon
Puff puff give (killin' ‘em)
That’s my medicine ladies and gentlemen
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Yeah
Bitch!
Dabbla
Wayne Ross
Gotta blunt, blaze it up
Gotta blunt, blaze it up