Lil Wayne - Intro (Disc 1) (Da Drought 3 ) lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Intro Disc 1 Da Drought 3 lyrics]
Uh hello
New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3
Hahaha! Yeah
This This This This was This was was
S supposed to be the intro but hahaha
I guess I'ma gon um
Do what y'all came here for yahh
Yee ah
Rasta, dem king of the jungle
Dreadlocks swing down mi back like Rapunzel
Mi bredren sling dem pack in a bundle
We-a take ya ting, sell it back to your uncle
And we-a make it rain 'til
Our dances to come true
We-a make it rain 'til ya
Better bring a swim suit alone when I cyame
But I'm leaving with dem two
Gyals give me brain
Give me brain like Temple
And him got game, game sharp like a pencil
And if you want fromage
We can crash like a cymbal
Look pon me window, ah mi new sports coupe
Twelve horses in the hood
Sitting on horseshoes
Come from the land dat Jesus walk through
Sacrifice me life, man
I bleed for mi own crew
Dem no wanna rum-rum with me, dem no want to
Murder dem and di family dem belong to
Gangsta, dem know I run the
Street like the car do
You can haffi leave me or dearly depart you
Hip hop is mine now, mine what ya gyan do?
I can jump on any nigga song
And make a Part Two
Playtime for me, 'cause see, to me
They are cartoons how come every joint be on
Point like a harpoon?
How come every bar stand
Strong like a barstool?
How come every line so raw
You gon' snort two?
Murder dem, man, I murder dem
Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem
Man, I murder dem, man, I murder dem
Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem, ha!
Yeah! And that is why I'm hot!
Ha ha hahaha ahh
It's Da Drought 3, welcome! Have fun!
New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3
Hahaha! Yeah
This This This This was This was was
S supposed to be the intro but hahaha
I guess I'ma gon um
Do what y'all came here for yahh
Yee ah
Rasta, dem king of the jungle
Dreadlocks swing down mi back like Rapunzel
Mi bredren sling dem pack in a bundle
We-a take ya ting, sell it back to your uncle
And we-a make it rain 'til
Our dances to come true
We-a make it rain 'til ya
Better bring a swim suit alone when I cyame
But I'm leaving with dem two
Gyals give me brain
Give me brain like Temple
And him got game, game sharp like a pencil
And if you want fromage
We can crash like a cymbal
Look pon me window, ah mi new sports coupe
Twelve horses in the hood
Sitting on horseshoes
Come from the land dat Jesus walk through
Sacrifice me life, man
I bleed for mi own crew
Dem no wanna rum-rum with me, dem no want to
Murder dem and di family dem belong to
Gangsta, dem know I run the
Street like the car do
You can haffi leave me or dearly depart you
Hip hop is mine now, mine what ya gyan do?
I can jump on any nigga song
And make a Part Two
Playtime for me, 'cause see, to me
They are cartoons how come every joint be on
Point like a harpoon?
How come every bar stand
Strong like a barstool?
How come every line so raw
You gon' snort two?
Murder dem, man, I murder dem
Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem
Man, I murder dem, man, I murder dem
Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem, ha!
Yeah! And that is why I'm hot!
Ha ha hahaha ahh
It's Da Drought 3, welcome! Have fun!