Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blaze It Up, artist - Dabbla. Date of issue: 09.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |