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Lil' Wayne lyrics Bloodline lyrics [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] Other Lil' Wayne lyrics: Come On lyrics Drop it Like it's Hot lyrics Enemy Turf lyrics Fuck The World lyrics Kisha lyrics Lights Off lyrics Loud Pipes lyrics High Beamin lyrics You Want War lyrics Young Playa lyrics Watcha Wanna Do lyrics Up To Me lyrics Tha Block Is Hot lyrics Respect Us lyrics Remember Me lyrics Not Like Me lyrics Enemy Tuff lyrics Hit U Up lyrics Everything lyrics Lil One lyrics Break Me Off lyrics Wish You Would lyrics Grown Man lyrics Shine lyrics Jump Jiggy lyrics Realized lyrics Tha Blues lyrics Let's Go lyrics Biznite lyrics Act A Ass lyrics Beef lyrics Fuck Wit Me Now lyrics Get Off The Corner lyrics On The Grind lyrics Wish You Could lyrics Lil' One lyrics Put It On Tha Streets lyrics Look At Me lyrics Gangstas and Pimps lyrics Lovely lyrics Gangsta Shit lyrics Where You At lyrics Worry Me lyrics 500 Degreez lyrics Go Hard lyrics Young'n Blues lyrics Fuck You lyrics Get That Dough lyrics Fo Sheezy lyrics Way Of Life lyrics Gansta Shit lyrics Believe That lyrics Gangsta And Pimps lyrics I Don't Know lyrics Shine (Extended Remix) lyrics Oh Boy lyrics Calling Me Killer lyrics |