Текст песни Lil' Wayne - Bloodline
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Текст песни Lil' Wayne - Bloodline
Verse 1)The streets make the hustlasHustlas make the world go roundThe world is made of keys, ounces and poundsThe keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlasSee how shit come back round for yaGotta cop it, chop it and cook itSee how shit come back round for ya( )Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubbleAnd you can knock on my doorBut you can't knock the hustleBut I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteenAnd my Jake but I put more 'd' on meLil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it isGot insurance on the floor man I'm that positiveAnd I'm shaggy in the saggy lensMe an my squad in the paddy wagon tally BenzAnd you know I put the mags on that.45 mack with the flash on thatWho want itEverybody sing along(Hook x2)Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodlineAnd I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodlineI get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodlineI play concrete(Verse 2)And when I move, I move out with the rawI move out with the squadTo his album we ride we so mobI throw lives and lowest to liveFor my loaf of bread the people's playerI did what the culture saidAnd I live by the coast of Nostre CidFuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your headGet it right I'm a soldier till I'm deadThis kid is white with buttonholes inside that bledI'm pumping o's with lots of hayI'm so high and really I don't even know whyAnd oh I just go buy a whole houseAnd lay my mat down lay her back downBut I never put my mack downYou see the thug in meYou know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-BBuy my basketball shorts with a thunder BIf you want it then come to meI'm right here(Hook x2)(Verse 3)I'm G'd upOnly follow the code of the streetsLive bad to die goodKnow how to move when hustling by the days with no foodBut just so I can eatAnd ain't it a bitchAnd if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting richAnd you probably can see me for some crack before sixAnd after that it's all bricksA fake and my palm is wrapped around this eightAnd my arm because the dirty south is straight VietnamI skate with the bombI'm asking you don't play with me at allShots hit your ass and make three of y'allIt'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprintsCuz I did and do shit that's better than new shitFit for two clipsThe kid is a nuisanceAwww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta musicAnd the BlueprintCruising through stoop with the ewe litlike ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez(Hook x2)