- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Carter
 - Dwayne/zayas
 - Bigram John/del Giorno
 - Matthew Arthur
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - amazing song
 - fav
 - rap
 - urban
 
- See also:
 
Lil Wayne - Blunt Blowin lyrics
Yea
 Put my shades on
 Uh
 I live it up like these are my last days
 If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
 Uhh, gunpowder in my hourglass
 Niggas faker than some flour in the powder bag
 Yea, 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 ya'll 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
 Cuz life is a movie that I've seen too many times
 You're on the outside lookin' in, close the blinds 
 And they say never say never, but, fuck your nevermind
 I been gone too long
 True or false, right or wrong
 Haha, hello Weezy, welcome home
 Yea, and I'ma
Blunt blowin',
 Polo draws showin'
 I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
 With my money growin'
 No matter where you goin'
 You don't need a bus pass
 For me to bust your ass nigga
 I'ma
 Blunt blowin',
 Polo draws showin'
 I -I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
 With my money blowin'
 Don't matter I got more and
 You don't need a bus pass
 For me to bust your 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
 Well, fuck it, get a new watch
 I still got the vision like a line between two dots
 Young Money's eatin', the label gettin' fatter
 And yea the tables turn, but I'm still sittin' at 'em
 I'm a bad muthafucka 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
 Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
 Money talks and motherfuckas eavesdropping
 Bunch of bloods, you can call it blood clottin'
 East side, My Piru Damu, I'maLil Wayne - Blunt Blowin - http://motolyrics.com/lil-wayne/blunt-blowin-lyrics.html
Blunt blowin',
 Polo draws showin'
 I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
 With my teeth glowin'
 I'm on my Deebow and
 You don't need a bus pass
 For me to bust your ass nigga
 I'ma
 Blunt blowin',
 Polo draws showin'
 I -I don't give a lovely mother fuck-ass nigga
 With my money blowin'
 No matter where you goin'
 You don't need a bus pass
 For me to bust your ass nigga
OK, light the Ashton Kusher
 I'm a limit pusher
 See ya'll dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
 Do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
 And freedom was my girl, until they fuckin' took her
 You could look into the future, it's 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?
 Mutherfucker ask me why, I say YM
 Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive, Slim
 Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
 Young Mula, skinnies and some supras
 Belly of the beast til it puke us, motherfucka
Blunt blowin',
 Polo draws showin'
 I don't give a lovely mother fuck-ass nigga
 With my teeth glowin'
 I'm on my Deebow and
 You don't need a bus pass
 You need to bust your ass nigga
 I'ma
 Blunt blowin',
 Polo draws showin'
 I -I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
 With my money blowin'
 No matter where you goin'
 You don't need a bus pass
 For me to bust your ass nigga
Now I've been gone too long
 True or false, right or wrong
 Yea 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
It's Young Mula Baby (Mula baby)
 Young Mula Baby (Young Mula baby)
 Bitch I been gone too long
 True or false, right or wrong
 Haha, Hello Weezy, Welcome Home
Yea











