Thought It Was A Drought Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 

Big body on brabas, that's all I know 

Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore 

Screaming "money over power" 

Quote, un-quote 

And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up) 

I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops 

I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up) 

I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah) 

Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count 

Get 'em 

Skating and mating, I'm spinning like Daytons 

I'm running like Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner 

I'm putting some straightener, into all of these Satans I'm 

Wilder than Nathan, Goliath on David 

I'm quietly waiting I'm trying to be patient but 

They want me to wait for Simon to say it but 

I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or 

They talk about you to your congregation 

Man, no conversation or negotiation 

No affiliation by association 

I need confirmation for my compensation 

Or we make a corpse out of your corporation 

I need my donation, take drugs in rotation 

That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation 

They landing your facial your bandana rosacia 

I'm all about numbers, comparisons, racials 

Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled 

Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a "geronimo" 

This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal 

I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth 

I ain't got time for no rumors when I am not human, or you men, I'm booming 

I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum versus aluminum 

I'm shrooming, a bitch that lasts well I'm assuming 

My vision is gloomy, but fuck it I zoom in 

And now I see movement, and I'd like to thank all her niggas that school me 

But I still might shoot up my class reuinion 

I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion 

Focus on weed, bright as a petunia 

I'm walking around miss America like I'm the king, king of Zamunda 

Been hanging around with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper 

Which one of you niggas want beef? I'm putting your name outside the chalupa 

Money since the Mayans, thugging since the riots 

Cystic simplifying, higher than Orion 

Lying off the diet, eat the whole safari 

Pop a coca body, keep it soft and sour 

Watch the market tower 

Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice an count 'em 

Competition, clown 'em 

Opposition chowder 

Watch the bitches shower 

Optimistic mama 

Commom sense ain't common 

Top position scholar, so far from the bottom 

They can't hear me holler 

All i say is our, all i say is our, our father 

My lil bae a model, pussy taste like cobbler 

Make me A-salaam Alaykum bottle 

What more can I say about it, Pray about it 

I just race the rari' left it way behind me, taste the mileage 

Loud ass blatant diamonds 

I think they the loudest, waking zombies 

Break a face or promise, give me steak lasagna 

Hate your honor still my mama's baby, and my baby mamas 

They some riders, Can't deflate them tires 

I'm still chasing commas 

Nigga I made Big tymers 

And i'm still taking time to make it timeless 

Dedication problems, sick shit 

Ay yeah, yeahhh.. 

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[Skit: Lil Wayne] 

The nicest thing the fans can say to me when they approach me on the street is any Fcking thing. True, anything real. You know what i mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliche. Cliche i'm not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart and that's all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if its that, like i said if its real. You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them that they don't really know that some of the things they are saying isn't official. But you know, things i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might... shout out the valet from today, might shout out the valet from yesterday, before you open the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say ahh, his english wasn't all that, he said: I really like the new album, I really like the new project 

And i said to him like thank you man, he meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what i mean I was like dmn when i got in the car i was like dmn its not a project. You know i don't even consider that dmn shit not an album just a mix tape, but to him that thing was real could be a project not an album 

So shout out to homie 

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