Let the Blunt Go lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro]
(League of Starz)
(Sorry Jaynari)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Gold chains, gold chains
Gettin' money, gon' and watch these hoes change
I'm in the party, got these b*tches off of molly and they rollin'
b*tches poppin' pills like it's for pain
In their eyes, I'm the sh*t
Molly probably fantasizin' all about my di*k
Only one real n*gga, take a pic
And all you haters, I'ma take your b*tch

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n*gga in the club see the same ho
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed
If you f*ckin' for your rent, you a lame ho
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all n*ggas in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke n*gga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna f*ck, no love, ho
How you do that there? b*tch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna f*ck, no love, ho
How you do that there? b*tch, let the blunt go
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Too many cars, a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade, that’s a chin up
If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your ho for dinner
She said that she a virgin, but I f*cked her in Virginia, haha
I ate her at the Supper Club
Bad b*tches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups
Now every n*gga in here seein' if you tryna f*ck
And every n*gga in here schemin', gon' try your luck
Ha, I'm A-1
No steak sauce, n*gga, they spray dumb
It's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple holes in your face like Jason

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n*gga in the club see the same ho
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed
If you f*ckin' for your rent, you a lame ho
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all n*ggas in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke n*gga

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Problem]
If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna f*ck, no love, ho
How you do that there? b*tch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so (Diamond)
Now you in the club tryna f*ck, no love, ho (What?)
How you do that there? (Problem) b*tch, let the blunt go (Huh?)
[Verse 3: Problem]
Oh, yeah, be that boy chachi
Blowin' bomb, kamikaze, hella rocky
You gettin' sloppin' toppy from your papi
Tell him knock me
Oh, sh*t, your man on there's off a show
Drop me like a bad habit
A rare hater, tough sh*t
Don't motherf*ckin' work like a broke gadget (Nope)
Pretty boy with him, so savage
He eat these pussies 'round me before toe taggin' on my mind (What?)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n*gga in the club see the same ho
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed
If you f*ckin' for your rent, you a lame ho
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all n*ggas in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke n*gga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna f*ck, no love, ho
How you do that there? b*tch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna f*ck, no love, ho
How you do that there? b*tch, let the blunt go
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