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    Lil' Wayne Bloodline текст песни


    [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 kick 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 an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
    And you know I put the mags on that
    .45 mack with the flash on that
    Who want it
    Everybody sing along

    [Hook x2]
    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 play concrete

    [Verse 2]
    And when I move, I move out with the raw
    I move out with the squad
    To his album we ride we so mob
    I throw lives and lowest 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 is white with buttonholes inside that bled
    I’m pumping o’s with lots of hay
    I’m so high and really I don’t even know why
    And 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
    Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
    If you want it then come to me
    I’m right here

    [Hook x2]

    [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 days 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 see me for some crack before six
    And after that it’s all bricks
    A fake 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 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 stoop with the ewe lit
    Like ooh shit this is more than weed, it’s 500 Degreez

    [Hook x2]

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