Thought It Was A Drought Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne
EP: D6: Reloaded
Year: 2017

[Intro – Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
6, 6, 6

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Big body on Brabus, that’s all I knew
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, bandana rosacea
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, ratios
Collateral, collateral, Xanax and adderal 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 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, 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 inside 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 cork about it, 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-salaam Alaykum bottle
What more can I say about it, pray about it
I just raced 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 mamas 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Skit – Lil Wayne]
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
You know what I mean? Like, even if its cliché
Cliché, erm I can still tell when that cliché was straight from your heart and was all you could think about
All you could think to say when you saw me and if you meant it, like even if it’s that, but like I said just when it’s real
And 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? Isn’t official
But you know, things like, so what I mean, 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, erm, well yesterday
Shout out the valet from yesterday
Erm, before he opened the door to my car, he looked me in my eyes, he was a young cat too
He looked me in the eyes and he said err
And he couldn’t, his English wasn’t all that
He said, erm: “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 damn shit 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
Slid him a nice little tip, you know what I mean?

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