Lil` Wayne Blooded Lyrics

Blooded Lyrics

[Lil' Wayne talking]

Py til I die, 

just because, 

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 soowoop 

and I'm blooded soowoop

I
got bloods on stage 

bloods at my shows

Fuck with my bloods 

got blood on your cloths

And I'm blooded soowoop (2x's)



Once again its 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 (fuck 'em!)

These niggas still
lyin 

I'm the muthafukin truth (fuck 'em!)

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 da lima bean Ghini

Smoked out my mind baby 

and now I'm seein
3-D

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

Popeye 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

Black CVR 

bad bitch on a bite back

Skittles
on my wrist, 

yea nigga the bright pack

Ima shine, I live where da
light at

Airforce fly call me a nike check

Brand new coupe same
color as the sky

The dash say 2, 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 blaaat blaaat blaaat 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 and order 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!)



[chorus]