LIL' WAYNE LYRICS - I'm Blooded

"I'm Blooded"



[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, coming 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 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 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 kuff

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 lambobingghini

Smoked out my mind baby and now I'm seeing 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 you all 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 ain't CPR I ain't bringing they life back

Bad CPR bad bitch on a bite back

Skittles on my wrist, yea nigga the bright pack

I'm gonna shine, I live with 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 gonna try

Cop pull me over lord know I'm gonna lie

They go up in my trunk lord know I'm gonna fry

Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries

So I'm gonna just walk all over them guys

Niggas throwing 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 braa braa braaa braaa bang bang

I told my homie streets can't sleep on life

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

I ain't worried bout you I'm just trying do me

Last album did 2 I'm just trying do 3

I am what every pair of eyes ought to 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]