Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blunt Blowin, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 28.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blunt Blowin |
| I live it up like these are my last days |
| If time is money, I’m an hour past paid |
| Gunpowder in my hourglass |
| Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag |
| I put it down like my hands hurtin' |
| I’m on a natural high, but I land perfect |
| Some of us are lovers, most of y’all haters |
| But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper |
| So love or hate me, I stay hate-free |
| They say we learn from mistakes well that’s why they mistake me |
| I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it’s like feathers |
| All hail Weezy, call it bad weather |
| I stick to the script, I memorize the lines |
| 'Cause life is a movie that I’ve seen too many times |
| You’re on the outside looking in, close the blinds |
| And they say never say never, but fuck it never mind |
| I’ve been gone too long |
| True or false, right or wrong |
| Hello Weezy, welcome home |
| And I’mma blunt-blowin' |
| Polo drawers showin' |
| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga |
| With my money growing, no matter where you’re goin' |
| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga |
| I’mma blunt blowin' |
| Polo drawers showin' |
| I-I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga |
| With my money blowing, don’t matter I got more |
| And you don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga |
| Stunna, I got 'em, I’m back on them bitches |
| All about my riches, my name should be Richard |
| Cut the bullshit out, I’m Edward with the scissors |
| Life is a choice, and death is a decision |
| Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch |
| I still got the vision like a line between two dots |
| Young Money’s eating, the label getting fatter |
| And yeah, the tables turned, but I’m still sitting at 'em |
| I’m a bad motherfucker 'cause the good die young |
| Everybody selling dreams, I’m too cheap to buy one |
| Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb |
| Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don’t hum |
| Big money, big money, deep pockets |
| Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping |
| Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting |
| East side, MOB Piru Damu |
| I’mma blunt-blowin' |
| Polo drawers showin' |
| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga |
| With my teeth glowing, I’m on my Deebowin' |
| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga |
| I’mma blunt blowin' |
| Polo drawers showin' |
| I-I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga |
| With my money blowing, no matter where you going |
| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga |
| Light that Ashton Kutcher, I’m a limit pusher |
| See y’all dead meat, and me I’m just a butcher |
| I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker |
| And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her |
| You could look into the future, it’s right behind your eyelids |
| But I don’t wanna know, 'cause shit I like surprises |
| Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? |
| Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM |
| Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim (bitch) |
| Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin |
| Young mula, skinnies and some Supras |
| Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker |
| Blunt-blowin' |
| Polo drawers showin' |
| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga |
| With my teeth glowing, I’m on my Deebowin' |
| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga |
| I’mma blunt-blowin' |
| Polo drawers showin' |
| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga |
| With my money blowing, no matter where you going |
| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga |
| I’ve been gone too long |
| True or false, right or wrong |
| I’ve been gone too long |
| True or false, right or wrong |
| Said I’ve been gone too long |
| True or false, right or wrong |
| Hello Weezy, welcome home |
| It’s young mula, baby |
| Young mula, baby |
| Bitch I’ve been gone too long |
| True or false, right or wrong |
| Hello Weezy, welcome home |