• 标题:Blunt Blowin
  • 歌手:Lil Wayne
  • 专辑:Tha Carter IV
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    Yeah
    I put my shades on

    [Verse 1]
    I live it up like these are my last days
    If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
    Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass
    Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
    Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
    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, 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 fuckin' nevermind
    I've been gone too long
    True or false, right or wrong
    Hello Weezy, welcome home
    Yeah and I'mma
    [Hook]
    Blunt blowin'
    Polo draws showin'
    I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
    With my money growing, no matter where you're going
    You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
    Imma Blunt blowin'
    With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and
    [Verse 2]
    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 yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at em
    I'm a bad motherfucker, cuz 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, My Piru Damu, I'mma
    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
    I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
    With my money blowing, no matter where you going
    [Verse 3]
    Like that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher
    See y'all dead meat, and me im 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 can look into the future, its right behind your eyelids
    But I don't wanna know, cuz 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
    Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
    Young moola, skinnies and some supras
    Belly of the beast till it pukes
    Motherfucker
    I'mma
    [Outro]
    It's young mula, baby (Young mula, baby)
    Young mula, baby (Young mula, baby)
    Bitch I've been gone too long