Lyrics: Lil' Wayne. Walk It Out.

Drought 3
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look...
i brought it out like stunna
i hope when we kiss, we make ya sick to ya stomach
stuntin like my daddy
and ya mama eat rubbers
i bet that i can do the mouth to mouth with ya woman
my house is a dungeon
yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funion
standin on my toes, you can call me paul bunyon
switchin my flows like a nigga do construction
the microphone wet cause my words like seduction
and when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion
and if you say you ballin, we prolly don't trust ya
i know plenty freaky hoes that prolly won't fuck ya
even if ya payin boy, they prolly won't fuck ya
only if i say that she can touch ya like busta
plus she might cut ya and burn ya like usher
me and my click gettin red like russia
i shit these rappers out and sometimes i forget to flush ya
grandaddy purp or bubble kush crush ya
explode in a bitch mouth like a gusher
cash money young money check the production
i am just a martian, get prepared for abduction

i walk it out like cruthces
two girls jump me like double dutches
my nigga T-Streets know a girl named dutchess
and every time you see her in the streets, she be cussin
i told him he should wave the black flag cuz she buckin
he said the pussy good, he said he could dig so i duck em
i'm lookin for a real bad bitch with a husband
i give her much thingy and a whole lotta nuttin
i'm spittin like i stumbled on a gold pot or somethin
and when i was six i saw my role model hustlin, so i gotta hustle
these rappers talkin bout a whole lotta nothin
you drop me on saturday, i sold out on sunday
fuck is the arguin' bought? nigga the carter out
this is what i call the drought, 3
and we don't walk it out
we drop top porsche it out
they better walk em out
before we chalk em out
we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out... (repeat)
they don't want it, uh uh
no they don't want it, uh uh
you see they phoney, i'm not
oh yeah they phoney, i'm not
i eastside walk it out, i bring new orleans out
i am a saints fan, oh yeah we marchin' out
like we're a saints band
i play the organs now
and if they talkin, most likely i'm what they talkin bout
my nigga [??] from the east roll out that forrest now
man i'm just tryna get my peanuts, i'm like charley brown
okay that [??] make that harley sound
take two of these and walk around
come straight from that homeless town, this game belongs to carter now
bitch