Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blunted , by - Kid Ink. Release date: 03.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blunted |
| I got 1.5 for the blunt |
| Go ahead and pass me a Swisher |
| Blunted, blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? |
| I got 1.5 for the red eye flight |
| If you tryna get high bitch just my type |
| Sittin' in the room full of disco lights |
| Pair of shades on, I’m the coolest nigga on sight |
| Tell 'em hide that, where the fuck you buy that? |
| I can’t even try that, glad I got my own shit wit me |
| Catch up, if it’s OG match up |
| But you ain’t got a Swisher then we ain’t gon' session |
| This mothafuckin' weed so sticky |
| Breakin' this down get ya fingers so messy |
| You gon' put a hole in the blunt, keep rushin' |
| Shoulda used a grinder ho, then buzz check it out |
| You could say I’m an addict |
| Got a gram of the wax if you need a dab hit |
| Must keep it in a jar cause these niggas cabbage |
| What you smoke, 420 is my fuckin' average, imagine |
| Blunted, blunted, know you can smell me comin' |
| Said blunted, blunted, everybody always like «sell me somethin'» |
| But this sack cost more than a 20 |
| You can roll one of mine just wrap it like a mummy |
| Straight top shelf in the store |
| Stole the connect, now I get it for the low |
| So you know I got… |
| 1.5 for the blunt |
| Go ahead and pass me a Swisher |
| Smoke about a pound in a month |
| I don’t even pay no attention |
| I got 1.5 for the blunt |
| Go ahead and pass me a Swisher |
| Stay blunted, blunted, blunted |
| Where the blunt at? |
| Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? |
| Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? |
| I got 1.5 for the blunt |
| Go ahead and pass me a Swisher |
| Stay… |
| Roll one for the niggas who fronted, for the bitches who want it |
| Roll one for the money, roll one to the face |
| That’s 4 if you countin', high as a mountain, all for these ounces |
| Stuck in the middle of the couch with cotton mouth |
| I need a sip from the fountain |
| So gone think I left a couple nugs at ya crib |
| Make sure you hit a nigga when you found 'em |
| Blunted, blunted, me and my niggas treat weed like money |
| Said blunted, blunted, if I smell another seed I’m runnin' |
| Said, no sticks, takin' shots while you hittin' bricks |
| Know I got the juice and you niggas nowhere in the mix |
| Be consistent, what you smoke hit or miss |
| I roll up OG every intermish |
| O-OG, make a mothafucka OD |
| Hit ya body like morphine, army |
| Babysittin' the blunt, I’ll get you a car seat |
| Fuck what it cost me, these dividends is all goin' to the medicine |
| It ain’t one of the 7 sins, rollin' with these 7 grams |
| Sorry baby if there’s weed hangin' out the end |
| But its… |