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| Song: | Seat Down Low |
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| Year: | | Length: | 0 sec |
Lyricist: Lil Wayne
Lyrics:
[Intro] Yea, it's me and T man T I... dot com, bitch T.I.P. fuck wit ya boy Hey, that is my brother, ladies and gentlemen T.I. and he is the king, bitch, don't get that shit twisted And me, I am the best rapper alive Ladies and gentlemen, hello This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat But uh, I guess I'll go ahead and show these niggas What to do with one of the beats, mane... listen
[Verse] I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Ridin' with a bad ho, with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high and I never look back And you don't wanna try me, and don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' with it Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collared polo and a pair of Bally Bucks Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus, stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us Well not just us, a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we make this some ménage à troisin', y'all in? I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin' Yeah, baby, we ballin', like Rawlins and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian I am leanin' like a 3 legged lion, climbing Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain.. counting I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin' But it was just lost, until I found it, I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this bitch to sleep, fuckin' right, I night-gowned it Niggas talkin cheap, tell them niggas, 'Pipe down, bitch!' Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless Beatin' up this track like a muthafuckin' round-fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'mma spit like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this planet I know, see I live by my only Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in dat ass, and act a donkey Candy on candy, nigga grippin' the grain See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain I am so so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane Hahaha.... see, you gotta be from New Orleans To know what the fuck I'm talkin bout And if you don't... fuck you I say what I want, and I don't want nothin' Cause I got everything, bitch
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