Текст песни Lil Wayne - Blooded

Still Birdman Jr
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Lil Wayne
Альбом: Still Birdman Jr
Длительность: 04:08
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(Lil' Wayne talking) Grind til I die, just beacause, pyru, b's up, bitch I'm me (chorus) Young money is the label let us in the door, comin in this bitch all red to the floor and I'm blooded soowhoop and I'm blooded soowhoop I got bloods on stage bloods at my shows fuck with my bloods got blood on your cloths and I'm blooded soowhooop (2) (verse) once again its on, yea I'm back in the booth still at the top like a tac in the roof still on these hoes like a mack in a suit still on my toes not a crack in my shoe rappers talkin about me but I don't give a hoot these niggas still lyin I'm the muthafukin truth talk tough till I knock off your kuff and I own my team, I'm like a Maloof they hatin on me I'm just tryin to be weezy just like young jeezy in lima bean gini smoked out my mind baby and now I'm seein 3D dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DC all red so these hoes know who we be we B's Bloods we B's pop pie flow yea ya'll niggas sweet peas gettin high on a yacht call it seaweed (chorus) yea, I advance my flow and they must like that they like it so much, they say they write that barkin at the dog, but I don't bite back I aint CPR I aint bringin they life back bad CPR bad bitch on a bite back skittles on my wrist, yea nigga the bright pack Ima shine, I live witha light hat airforce fly call me a night jet brand new coupe same color as the sky the dash same too, Lord know I'm gon try cop pull me over Lord know I'm gon lie they go up in my trunk Lord know I'm gon fry them niggas throwin salt all over my fries so ima just walk all over them guys niggas throwin darts never hit the bullseye young money bitch new orleans east side (chorus) yea, been around the world rep the same thang been around the world its the same gang B's up B's up flame gang blat blat blat blat bang bang I tol my homie streets can't sleep on life so he popped the X pill and didn't sleep all night I aint worried bout you I'm just tryin do me last album did 2 I'm just tryin do 3 I am wat every pair of eyes oughta see bitches just wish they could call a art of me my momma used to tell me just get a 9 to 5 cash money is tha label neva mind tha fine (B's up!) Chorus
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