Lil' Wayne - Bloodline lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1]

The streets make the hustlas

Hustlas make the world go round

The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds

The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas

See how shit come back round for ya

Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it

See how shit come back round for ya

Gotta cake in the oven now watch it bubble

And you can knock on my door

But you can't knock the hustle

But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen

And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me

Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is

Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive

And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens

Me and my squad in the paddy waggy tally Benz

And you know I put the mags on that

.45 mack with the flash on that

Who want it

Everybody sing along

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Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

[Verse 2]

And when I move, I move out with the raw

I move out with the squad

Then to his album we ride we so mob

I throw lives and loaves to live

For my loaf of bread the people's player

I did what the culture said

And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid

Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head

Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead

This kid in white with buttonholes inside that bled

I'm pumping o's of lots of haze

I'm so high and really I don't even know why

But oh I just go buy a whole house

And lay my mat down lay her back down

But I never put my mack down

You see the thug in me

You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B

All my basketball shorts where the thunder B

If you want it then come for me

I'm right here

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[Verse 3]

I'm G'd up

Only follow the code of the streets

Live bad to die good

Know how to move when hustling by the day with no food

But just so I can eat

And ain't it a bitch

And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich

And you probably can come see me for some crack before six

And after that it's all bricks

My fate and my palm is wrapped around this eight

And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam

I skate with the bomb

I'm asking you don't play with me at all

Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all

It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints

Cuz I did and I do shit that's better than new shit

Fit for two clips

The kid is a nuisance

Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music

And the Blueprint

Cruising through the stoop with the ewe lit

like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez

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