Artist/Band:
Lil Wayne
Lyrics for Song: Blunt Blowin'
Lyrics for Album: Tha Carter IV [2011]
Yeah
I'ma put my shades on
[Verse 1]
Uh, I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ughh, gun powder in my hourglass
Nigga's faker than some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, 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, why 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, nevermind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, Hello, Weezy, welcome home
Yeah, and I'm a
[Chorus]
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you' going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass, nigga, I'm a
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I, I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowin', don't matter I got mo' and
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
[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 division, like a line between two dots
Young Money's eatin', the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sittin' at 'em
I'm a bad mo'erfucker, 'cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man, when that cookie crumble e'erybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum, yeah
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'm a
[Chorus]
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws 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'm a
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws 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
[Verse 3]
OK, 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 can 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
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young Moola, skinnies and some Supras
Belly of the beast till it puke-as
Mo'erfucker
[Chrous]
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws 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'm a
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws 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
[Outro]
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Yeah, 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
(Haha) Hello Weezy, welcome home (welcome home)
It's Young Moola, baby (Moola, baby)
Young Moola, baby (Young Moola, baby)
Bitch, I've been gone too long
True of false, right or wrong
Hello, Weezy, welcome home
Yeah!
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