Blunt Blowin Lyrics – Lil Wayne


Blunt Blowing is a single from the ninth studio album, Tha Carter IV, by a 29-year old American rapper Lil Wayne. The album was the first one to be released after Wayne’s imprisonment. By the way, in an interview for XXL, the rapper gave a hint that the album could be his last. The song Blunt Blowing was written by Carter, Matthew Arthur DelGiorno, and Bigram Zayas. We can only wonder whether we’ll hear anything new from Lil Wayne or is the ninth album really going to be the last one. So far, the artist’s fans can enjoy the Blunt Blowing audio and the lyrics, as there’s no video available yet. Sound off how you liked the song!

Lil Wayne – Blunt Blowin Music Video

Lil Wayne – Blunt Blowin Song Words

[Verse 1]
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
N-ggas 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; 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 f-ck it, nevermind
I’ve been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah

I’mma blunt blowin’, Polo drawers showin’
I don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo -ss, n-gga

[Verse 2]
Stunna, I got ’em, I’m back on them b-tches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullsh-t out, I’m Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but f-ck 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 motherf-cker 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 motherf-ckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu

I’mma blunt blowin’, polo drawers showin’
I don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
With my teeth glowing, I’m on my Deebowin’
You don’t need a bus pass, for me to bust yo -ss n-gga
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[Verse 3]
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 f-cking took her
You can look into the future, it’s right behind your eyelids
But I don’t wanna know, cause sh-t I like surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why sh-t?
Motherf-cker 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 ’til it puke us, motherf-cker


I’ve been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home
It’s Young Money, baby