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I was doing Da Drought 3 lyrics before the forum upgrade and after that I forgot, I'm not doing anything right now soooo.
[Intro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah
Uh huh
The fuck was I thinking?
Drought 3 bitch!
Yeah! Let me light my see through blunt
What you know 'bout it?
Ya dig!
Weezy the name, money's the game
All ready
[Verse 1- Lil' Wayne]
Hardbody motherfucker got the heart of a killer
Young God in the building 'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missles
Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches
If you hit the head pin the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen
Copped the big boy Porsche with all the specifics
And I keep that torch, baby call me olympics
Red, white, blue pill flip my skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys
When the gun goes "Pow!" I be at the finish
With my medal 'round my neck, autographing my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes
Pull up on you in the coupe, how fat is your engine?
Never talk to those that sat on them benches
Boy, I was in the game on fourth and inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fuckin' with the boy that tote toys before Christmas
Got all these hoes trippin'
Got all the hoes strippin'
And we ain't P$C, but these bitches know we tippin' (Hot as Hell!)
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own, fuck I'm tired of being friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be with me
Bitches up Heaven waitin' that they died to be with me
I'm crazy for being Wayne or is Wayne just crazy
I been around I'm still around like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger, no I won't shave it
I spot hip hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The south is so dirty bitch, you can't bathe it
Hollygrove dog and I feel like matin'
Babygirl your pussy's lookin' so vacant
And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush not Megan
Fuck waist deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come Ronald like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in
I don't fear nothin' but God and weddings
At the top of my paper like I'm startin' a heading
My homie Santana, yeah that's my ace
But you may know us as I Can't Feel My Face
[Verse 1 Outro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah
Weezy bitch
Give a fuck about you at all
I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Just like I'ma die like that
'Cause if I ain't I'ma just die, haha
[Verse 2- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah, see, they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin'
And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheater
I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar, I'm a panther, I'm a bengal, Ochocinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gille
In a pair of Gucci flops feeling freeer than Willy
When them niggas left I got a lil' bit chilly (That's raw too)
But, I just let it burn like the end of the philly, Weezy
[Intro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah
Uh huh
The fuck was I thinking?
Drought 3 bitch!
Yeah! Let me light my see through blunt
What you know 'bout it?
Ya dig!
Weezy the name, money's the game
All ready
[Verse 1- Lil' Wayne]
Hardbody motherfucker got the heart of a killer
Young God in the building 'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missles
Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches
If you hit the head pin the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen
Copped the big boy Porsche with all the specifics
And I keep that torch, baby call me olympics
Red, white, blue pill flip my skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys
When the gun goes "Pow!" I be at the finish
With my medal 'round my neck, autographing my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes
Pull up on you in the coupe, how fat is your engine?
Never talk to those that sat on them benches
Boy, I was in the game on fourth and inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fuckin' with the boy that tote toys before Christmas
Got all these hoes trippin'
Got all the hoes strippin'
And we ain't P$C, but these bitches know we tippin' (Hot as Hell!)
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own, fuck I'm tired of being friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be with me
Bitches up Heaven waitin' that they died to be with me
I'm crazy for being Wayne or is Wayne just crazy
I been around I'm still around like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger, no I won't shave it
I spot hip hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The south is so dirty bitch, you can't bathe it
Hollygrove dog and I feel like matin'
Babygirl your pussy's lookin' so vacant
And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush not Megan
Fuck waist deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come Ronald like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in
I don't fear nothin' but God and weddings
At the top of my paper like I'm startin' a heading
My homie Santana, yeah that's my ace
But you may know us as I Can't Feel My Face
[Verse 1 Outro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah
Weezy bitch
Give a fuck about you at all
I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Just like I'ma die like that
'Cause if I ain't I'ma just die, haha
[Verse 2- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah, see, they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin'
And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheater
I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar, I'm a panther, I'm a bengal, Ochocinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gille
In a pair of Gucci flops feeling freeer than Willy
When them niggas left I got a lil' bit chilly (That's raw too)
But, I just let it burn like the end of the philly, Weezy
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