Lil Wayne – Seat Down Low Lyrics

Seat Down Low

Lil Wayne

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"Seat Down Low." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:32 pm

Album: Da Drought 3

Track No: 10

Yeah
It's me and T, man
T.I.
Dot-com, bitch
T.I.P., fuck with your boy
Ayy, that is my brothers, 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've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but uh
I guess I go 'head on and show these **** what to do with one of your beats, man
Listen
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, man, 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 collar 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 bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look, ma, I'm tryna make a porno starrin' us
Well, not just us, a couple foreign sluts
Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darlin'
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin'?
Yeah, baby, we ballin' like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am
Leanin' like a three-legged lion, climbin'
Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain, countin'
I'm gonna need me and 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 nightgowned it
**** talkin' cheap, tell 'em ****, "Pipe down, bitch"
Bloods in the building and now everybody soundless
Beatin' up this track like a motherfuckin' round fist
Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma 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, ****? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy, ****, grippin' the grain
See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
Yeah, 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

Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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