Lil Wayne - Thought It Was a Drought lyrics

Shout to Mack Maine! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hood boss, what's up?
6, 6, 6 (Gangsta Grizz-ills)

Big body on brabus, 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 winning 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 too faded, so 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, bandanna, rosacea
I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios
Collateral, collateral
Xanax and Adderall got me unparalleled
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 Viag-a ra, 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
I visualize what 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
The niggas that schooled me
But I still might shoot up my class reunion
I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion
Smoking some 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 all inside the chalupa
Money since the Mayans
Thuggin' since the riots
Six, exemplifyin', higher than Orion
Lion off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a cork or body, keep it soft and sour
Watch the market tower
Find a wooden counter
Knock on it twice and count 'em
Competition, clown 'em, opposition chowder
Watch the bitches shower, optimistic mama
Common 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 "As-salamu alaykum" about her
What more can I say about her? 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
Six shit, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

The nicest thing a fan can
Say to me when they
Approach me on the street
Is any fucking thing
True, anything real you know what I mean
That's the nicest thing i mean like
Even if it's cliché, cliché
I can still tell when that
Cliché was straight from
Your heart and that's all
You could think about, all
You could think to say when you saw me or
If you meant it, like even if it's that
Like I said just when it's real you know
Why? 'Cause sometimes people can
Say things that's
So real to them that they don't even
Know that, you know what I mean
Some of the things they are saying
Isn't fact, you know what I
Mean, official but you know
Things like so what I mean like example: you
Might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on
Somebody on the street and they might, uh
They might shout out the
Valet from today, umm well yesterday, shout
Out the valet from yesterday
Before you opened the
Door of my car, you're looking in my
Eyes, you're a young cat too
You look me in the eyes and you
Say ahh, and he couldn't
His English wasn't all
That, he said: I like the new album
I really
Like the new project, and I said to him I
Was 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
So I was like damn you know when I got in the
Car I was like damn it's
Not a project you know
What I mean I don't even consider that, it's
Damn sure not an album just a mixtape
You know what
I mean, but to him that was real, that shit
Was real, could be a project not an album
So shout out to homie i slid him a
Nice little tip you know what I mean