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Drought 3 yezzir 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 Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania