Blooded Lyrics - Da Drought 3 - Lil Wayne

(Lil Wayne talking) 

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 

F**k with my bloods got blood on your cloths 

And I'm blooded soooowooo (2) 

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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 

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 da lima bean Ghini(Lamborghini) 

Smoked out my mind baby and now I'm seein three of ya 

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) 

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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)