Blunt Blowin Album Version E

Yeah. 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. Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass. Niggas 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, 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. Yeah, and I'm a-Blunt blowin', Polo drawers 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'm a blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin' I-I Don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my Money blowin', no matter, I got goin' 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, But 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 Yeah, the tables turned, but I'm still sittin' at 'em I'm a bad motherfucker 'cause the good die Young Everybody sellin' 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 Yeah, big money, big money, Deep pockets Money talks and motherfuckers Eavesdroppin' Bunch of Bloods, You could call it bloodclotting Eastside, Mob by Rudimell I'm a blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely Motherfuck ass nigga With my tea blowin', I'm on my D. Bo and You don't need A bus pass for me to bust your ass, Nigga I'm a blunt blowin', Polo drawers 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 Light that Ashton Kusher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dare me, And me, I'm just a butcher I do it For the money, man, I am such a hooker If freedom was my girl, until they fuckin' took Her I 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, "Why him?" 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 he puke us, motherfucker Blunt Blowin', Polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely Motherfuck ass nigga With my tea blowin', I'm on my D. Bo and You don't need A bus pass for me to bust your ass, Nigga I'm a blunt blowin', Polo drawers 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 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 Hello, Weezy, welcome home Young Mula, baby, Young Mula, baby, Young Mula, baby Bitch, I've been gone too long, True or false, right or wrong Hello, Weezy, welcome home Yeah