I'm Blooded Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro] 

Py till I die 

Just because! 

Py till I die 

Pyru 

B's up 

Bitch I'm me 

[Chorus] 

Young Money is the label 

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

And I'm Blooded, soo woo 

And I'm Blooded, soo woo 

I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows 

Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes 

And I'm Blooded, soo woo 

And I'm Blooded soo woo 

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[Verse 1] 

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

Stand at the top like a tack in the roof 

Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit 

Still on my toes not a crack in my shoe 

Rappers talking about me but I don't give a hoot 

These niggas still lying I'm the motherfucking truth 

Talk tough till I knock off your koufe 

And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof 

They hating on me, I'm just trying to be Weezy 

Just like Young Jeezy in a Lamborghini 

Smoked out my mind baby and now I'm seeing 3D 

Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DC's 

All red, so these hoes know who we be 

We B's, Bloods, we B's 

Pop, pop flow, y'all niggas sweet peas 

Getting high on a yacht, call it sea weed 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

Yeah, I advance my flow, and they must like that 

They like it so much, they say they write that 

Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back 

I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back 

Bad CPR, bad bitch on a bike back 

Skittles on my wrist, yeah nigga the bright pack 

I'ma shine, I live where the light at 

Air Force fly, call me a night jet 

Brand new coupe, same color as the sky 

The dash same too, y'all know I'm going to try 

Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm going to lie 

They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm going to fry 

Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries 

So I'ma just walk all over them guys 

Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bull's-eye 

Young Money bitch, New Orleans, Eastside 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Yeah, been around the world rep the same thing 

Been around the world it's the same gang 

B's up, B's up, flame gang, blat, blat, blat, blat, bang, bang 

I told my homie Streetz you can't sleep on life 

So he popped an X pill and didn't sleep all night 

I ain't worried about you, I'm just trying do me 

Last album did two, I'm just trying do three 

I am what every pair of eyes ought to see 

Bitches wish they could just call and order me 

My momma used to tell me "Get a 9 to 5" 

Cash Money made her say "Never mind I'm fine" 

[Chorus]