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lil wayne – blood klot lyrics

[intro]
what the blood klot?
what the blood klot?
imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
imma rude, badman shotta

[verse 1]
what the blood klot?
what the blood klot?
imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
imma bad boy, imma 2pac
choppa choppin half off like a coupon
imma lil n-gga, please do not, feel froggy, cuz if you high
imma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap
you ain’t know we call the uzi the oowap
i dont do cops, i dont do wap
i dont do b-tches, that act bourgeois
excuse my french, i just do moi
but she do c0ke, she do molly, she do moonrock
yeah..

[bridge]
amen, hallelujah
weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye
convertibles, i dont do tops
i dont do carlots, i do the dupont
balling and what not
b-tch i’ve been ballin since the hook shot
when i saw my first mil’ i ain’t look shocked
take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop

[hook]
take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta

[verse 2]
what the blood klot?
what the blood klot?
im in the two-door benz coupe with the bug eyes
im in the two-door benz coupe, bumpin thug life
im in a two cup congregration sippin mud slides (pour up)
211s at night, 187s broad daylight
catch you at a red light, make it yo grave sight (bap bap)
guns clappin so loud, give you stage fright
banana clips look like a banana in a tail-pipe
and n-ggas in wheelchairs is half-dead
n-ggas with real money is in the feds
they just ran in my house last week
d-mn, i wasn’t home i was in the streets
i ain’t never home, i be in the streets
a money hound, giving hoes the runaround
it been f-ck the world, it wanna cuddle now
i ain’t f-cking with them n-ggas cuz they funny style
i ain’t f-cking with them n-ggas cuz they funny style
i ain’t f-cking with them n-ggas cuz they funny style
100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile
make a deal we drop it off and then we turn around
hunt you down, take your sh-t and then we gun you down
i fix your frown, leave my footprints on your stomping ground
i feel my high coming down, roll another ounce
hate when my hoes come in town unannounced

[bridge]
i got my own ups and downs
you lil n-ggas dont do sh-t but make my stomach growl
take a shower with your b-tch and let her rub me down
she say you tiny but that d-ck looks like it muclebound
give me the p-ssy, tear it up and down
doing circles in the p-ssy i dont f-ck around
crash dummies better dumb it down
better buckle up and stay buckled down
smoking on the loud and we love the sound
yeah, sweet as gil scott
yeah, looking like guwap
take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop

[hook]
when the hook drop
take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
tunechi badman, rude boy, imma shotta
blowup

[outro]
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
tunechi badman, rude boy, imma shotta
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
tunechi badman, rude boy, imma shotta
blowup

ouuwee… mula baby..

what the blood klot?
what the blood klot?
imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
imma rude, badman shotta

no ceilings

- lil wayne lyrics

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