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  • Py til I die,just because,pyru, b's up,*******
    I'm me[chorus]
    Young money is the label
    Let us in the door,comin in this *******all red to the floor
    And I'm blooded soowoopand
    I'm blooded soowoop
    I got bloods on stagebloods at my shows
    ***** with my bloodsgot blood on your cloths
    And I'm blooded soowoop (2x's)
    Once again its on,yea
    I'm back in the booth
    Stand at the toplike a tac in the roof
    Still on these hoeslike a mack in a suit
    Still on my toesnot a crack in my shoe
    Rappers talkin about mebut
    I don't give a hoot (***** 'em!)
    These *****s still lyin
    I'm the muthafukin truth (***** 'em!)
    Talk tough till
    I knock off your kuff
    And I own my team,
    I'm like a
    MaloofThey hatin on me
    I'm just tryin to be weezy
    Just like young jeezyin da lima bean
    GhiniSmoked out my mind babyand now
    I'm seein 3-
    D**** boy fresh from my fittedto my
    DCAll red so these hoes know who we be
    We B's Bloods we
    B'sPopeye flow yea ya'll *****s sweet peas
    Gettin high on a yacht call it sea*****[chorus]
    Yea, I advance my flowand they must like that
    They like it so much,they say they write that
    Barkin at the dog,but
    I don't bite back
    I aint CPR
    I aint bringin they life back
    Black CVRbad ******* on a bite back
    Skittles on my wrist,yea ***** the bright pack
    Ima *******ne,
    I live where da light at
    Airforce fly call me a nike check
    Brand new coupe same color as the sky
    The dash say 2, lord know
    I'm gon try
    Cop pull me over lord know
    I'm gon lie
    They go up in my trunk lord know
    I'm gon fry
    Them *****s throwin salt all over my fries
    So ima just walk all over them guys
    *****s throwin darts never hit the bullseye
    Young money ******* 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 blaaat blaaat blaaat bang bang
    I tol my homie streets can't sleep on life
    So he popped the
    X pill and didn't sleep all night
    I aint worried bout you
    I'm just tryin do me
    Last album did 2
    I'm just tryin do 3
    I am wat every pair of eyes oughta see
    ******* 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]
  • Py til I die,just because,pyru, b's up,*******
    I'm me[chorus]
    Young money is the label
    Let us in the door,comin in this *******all red to the floor
    And I'm blooded soowoopand
    I'm blooded soowoop
    I got bloods on stagebloods at my shows
    ***** with my bloodsgot blood on your cloths
    And I'm blooded soowoop (2x's)
    Once again its on,yea
    I'm back in the booth
    Stand at the toplike a tac in the roof
    Still on these hoeslike a mack in a suit
    Still on my toesnot a crack in my shoe
    Rappers talkin about mebut
    I don't give a hoot (***** 'em!)
    These *****s still lyin
    I'm the muthafukin truth (***** 'em!)
    Talk tough till
    I knock off your kuff
    And I own my team,
    I'm like a
    MaloofThey hatin on me
    I'm just tryin to be weezy
    Just like young jeezyin da lima bean
    GhiniSmoked out my mind babyand now
    I'm seein 3-
    D**** boy fresh from my fittedto my
    DCAll red so these hoes know who we be
    We B's Bloods we
    B'sPopeye flow yea ya'll *****s sweet peas
    Gettin high on a yacht call it sea*****[chorus]
    Yea, I advance my flowand they must like that
    They like it so much,they say they write that
    Barkin at the dog,but
    I don't bite back
    I aint CPR
    I aint bringin they life back
    Black CVRbad ******* on a bite back
    Skittles on my wrist,yea ***** the bright pack
    Ima *******ne,
    I live where da light at
    Airforce fly call me a nike check
    Brand new coupe same color as the sky
    The dash say 2, lord know
    I'm gon try
    Cop pull me over lord know
    I'm gon lie
    They go up in my trunk lord know
    I'm gon fry
    Them *****s throwin salt all over my fries
    So ima just walk all over them guys
    *****s throwin darts never hit the bullseye
    Young money ******* 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 blaaat blaaat blaaat bang bang
    I tol my homie streets can't sleep on life
    So he popped the
    X pill and didn't sleep all night
    I aint worried bout you
    I'm just tryin do me
    Last album did 2
    I'm just tryin do 3
    I am wat every pair of eyes oughta see
    ******* 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]