Uh
Hello
New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3
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Yeah
This—this—this—this was—this was was s—supposed to be the intro but
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I guess I'ma gon'... Um
Do what y'all came here for
Yah
Yeah

Rasta, them king of the jungle
Dreadlocks swing down me back like Rapunzel
Me brethren sling them pack in a bundle
We a-take your 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 you better bring a swim suit
Alone when I came, but I'm leaving with them two
Girls 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 upon me window, ah me new sports coupe
Twelve horses in the hood, sitting on horseshoes
Come from the land that Jesus walk through
Sacrifice me life, man, I bleed for me own crew
Them no wanna rum-rum with me, them no want to
Murder them and the family them belong to
Gangster, them 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 you gon' 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 bar stool?
How come every line so raw, you gon' snort two?
Murder them, man, I murder them
Fuck a competition, man, I murder them
Man, I murder them, man, I murder them
Fuck a competition, man, I murder them, ha!

Yeah!
And that is why I'm hot!
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It's Da Drought 3, welcome! Have fun!