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  • Текст песни Lil Wayne - Im Blooded

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    Py til I die, just beacause, pyru, b's up, bitch I'm me

    [chorus]

    Young mony is the label

    Let us in the door, comin in this bitch all red to the floor

    And I'm blooded soowoo and I'm blooded soowoo

    I got bloods on stage bloods at my shows

    Fuck with my bloods got blood on your cloths

    And I'm blooded soooowooo (2)

    Once again it's on, yea I'm back in the booth

    Stand 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 lambobingghini

    Smoked out my mind baby and now I'm seein threebies

    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 pop flow yea ya'll niggas sweet peas

    Gettin high on a yacht call it see me

    [chorus]

    Yea, I advance my flow and they must like that

    They like it so much, they say they wright 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 it's the same gang

    B's up B's up flame gang braa braa braaa braaa 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 made her say never mind I'm fine

    (B's up!)

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