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[Intro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah
It's me and T. man
T. I. dot com bitch
Hahahaha
Tip fuck witcha boy
Aye, that is my brother ladies and gentlemen, T. I.
And he is the King bitch
Don't get that shit twisted
And me
I am the best rapper alive, ladies and gentlemen
Hello
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat
But uhhh
I guess I'll go head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats man
Listen
[Verse 1- Lil' Wayne]
I like my seat down low
And my windows slightly cracked
Ridin' with a bad hoe
With her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high and I never look back
And you don't wanna try me
And don't I look strapped
I come from from the hardest city
Ain't nobody fuckin' with it
Got a black and gold sew with a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collar Polo
And a pair of Bally Bucks
Young Money motherfucker
Know you worried 'bout us
Cash Money motherfucker
C. M. R. I trust
Never had my jaw broken
But it's jaw I bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar then a cigar I bust
Put that whie widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma
I'm tryna make a porno starring us
Well not just us
A couple foreign sluts
Yeah
We can make ?
Darlin'
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin
"Ballin?"
Yeah baby we ballin' like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of D. J. Screw in that Hawaiian
I am
Leanin' like a three legged lion
Climbin'
Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain
Countin'
I'm gon' need me an accountant to count it
Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin'
But it was just lost until I found it, I found it
Stole it like a scoundral
Hollygrove hound it
Put this bitch to sleep
Fuckin' right I night gowned it
Niggas talkin' cheap
Tell them niggas "Pipe down bitch."
Bloods in the buildin'
And now everybody soundless
Beatin' up the track like a motherfuckin' round fist
Blind, deaf, or crazy
I'ma spit like a long kiss
I am just a martain
Ain't nobody else on this planet I know
See I live by my only
Say where my cheese
Nigga where my macaroni
Baby I get up in the ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy
Nigga grippin' the grain
See I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
Hahahaha
[Outro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah, see, you got to be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin' about
And if you don't fuck you, hahahahaha
I say what I want
And I don't want nothin'
'Cause I got everything bitch
Yeah
It's me and T. man
T. I. dot com bitch
Hahahaha
Tip fuck witcha boy
Aye, that is my brother ladies and gentlemen, T. I.
And he is the King bitch
Don't get that shit twisted
And me
I am the best rapper alive, ladies and gentlemen
Hello
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat
But uhhh
I guess I'll go head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats man
Listen
[Verse 1- Lil' Wayne]
I like my seat down low
And my windows slightly cracked
Ridin' with a bad hoe
With her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high and I never look back
And you don't wanna try me
And don't I look strapped
I come from from the hardest city
Ain't nobody fuckin' with it
Got a black and gold sew with a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collar Polo
And a pair of Bally Bucks
Young Money motherfucker
Know you worried 'bout us
Cash Money motherfucker
C. M. R. I trust
Never had my jaw broken
But it's jaw I bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar then a cigar I bust
Put that whie widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma
I'm tryna make a porno starring us
Well not just us
A couple foreign sluts
Yeah
We can make ?
Darlin'
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin
"Ballin?"
Yeah baby we ballin' like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of D. J. Screw in that Hawaiian
I am
Leanin' like a three legged lion
Climbin'
Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain
Countin'
I'm gon' need me an accountant to count it
Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin'
But it was just lost until I found it, I found it
Stole it like a scoundral
Hollygrove hound it
Put this bitch to sleep
Fuckin' right I night gowned it
Niggas talkin' cheap
Tell them niggas "Pipe down bitch."
Bloods in the buildin'
And now everybody soundless
Beatin' up the track like a motherfuckin' round fist
Blind, deaf, or crazy
I'ma spit like a long kiss
I am just a martain
Ain't nobody else on this planet I know
See I live by my only
Say where my cheese
Nigga where my macaroni
Baby I get up in the ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy
Nigga grippin' the grain
See I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
Hahahaha
[Outro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah, see, you got to be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin' about
And if you don't fuck you, hahahahaha
I say what I want
And I don't want nothin'
'Cause I got everything bitch
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