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kelvin fidelin - blunt blowin freestyle lyrics

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[verse 1:]
yeah
i’m a put my shades on
uh
i live it up like these are my last dreads
if time is money, i’m gonna shave it all..
ughh, weedpower in my hourgl-ss
n-ggas faker than some pistols in a powder bag
yeah, i put it down like my legs hurtin’
i’m on a natural high, but i fall perfect
some of us are haters, most of y’all lhurvers
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 so that’s why they mistaking me
i got some weight on my shoulders, to me it’s like feathers
all hail fidelin, 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 never mind
i’ve been gone too long
true or false, right or wrong (ha ha)
h-llo kelvin, welcome home

[hook:]
yeah
and i’m a
blunt blowin’
gucci draws showin’
i don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
with my money growing, no matter where you’re goin’
you don’t need a bus p-ss, for me to bust yo -ss n-gga

i’m a blunt blowin’
gucci draws showin’
i-i don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
with my money blowing, don’t matter i got more and
you don’t need a bus p-ss, 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 yeah
big money, big money, deep pockets
money talks, and motherf-ckers eavesdropping
bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
east side, my piru damu, i’m a

[hook:]
blunt blowin’
gucci draws showin’
i don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
with my t–th glowing, i’m on my deebowin’
you don’t need a bus p-ss, for me to bust yo -ss n-gga

i’m a blunt blowin’
gucci draws showin’
i-i don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
with my money blowing, no matter where you going
you don’t need a bus p-ss, for me to bust yo -ss n-gga

[verse 3:]
light that weed, i’m a limit smoker
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 could look into the future, it’s right behind your eyelids
but i don’t wanna know, cause sh-t i like surprises (ha ha)
why that, why this, why you on that why sh-t?
motherf-cker ask me why, i say ym
beach bum (yeah), call me ocean drive slim (b-tch)
drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
young moola, (yeah) skinnies and some supras
belly of the beast till it pukes
motherf-cker

[hook:]
blunt blowin’
gucci draws showin’
i don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
with my t–th glowing, i’m on my deebowin’
you don’t need a bus p-ss, for me to bust yo -ss n-gga

i’m a blunt blowin’
gucci draws showin’
i don’t give a lovely motherf-ck -ss n-gga
with my money blowing, no matter where you going
you don’t need a bus p-ss, for me to bust yo -ss n-gga

[x3:]
i’ve been gone too long
true or false, right or wrong

h-llo fidelin, welcome home
it’s young mula, baby
young mula, baby

b-tch i’ve been gone too long
true or false, right or wrong
h-llo kelvin, welcome home



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