[Lil Wayne]

Drought 3, wazza



look, I bought it out like stunna

I hope when we kiss we make you sick to your stomach

stunnin like my daddy and yo momma eat rubbers

I bet that I can do the mouth to mouth with your women

my house is a dungeon

yellow diamond ring looking like a little funion

stand on my toes you can call me paul bunyon

touchin up 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 our discussion

and if you say you ballin we probably don't trust ya

and I know plenty freaky hoes that probably wont fuck ya

even if you payin boy they probably wont fuck ya

only if I say that she can touch you like busta

but she might touch ya and burn you like usher

me and my clit we in red like blusha

I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya

Grand daddy 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 martiaget prepared for obduction

[Laughs x2]



[Lil Wayne]

I'm, I walk it out like crutches

two girls jumped me like double dutchess

my nigga t-street know a girl name dutchess

and everytime I see her in the street she be cussin

I told him he should wave the black flag cause she buggin

he said the pussy good he said you dig so I dug 'em

I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband

I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing

I'm spittin like I stumbled on a gold pot or something

and when I was 6 I saw my role model hustlin

so I gotta hustle

these rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nothin

you drive me out on Saturday I sold out on Sunday

fuck is the argue bout, nigga tha carter out

this is what I call a drought.. 3

and we don't walk it out, we drop top porche it out

they betta walk it out, before we chalk 'em out

We chalk it out [x7] we choke 'em out

they don't want none nah-uh, no they don't want none nah-uh

you see they foamin I'm not, oh yeah they foamin I'm not

I eastside walk it out, I bring new orleans out

I am a saints fan, oh yeah we marchin out

like were a saints band, I play the organs now

and if they talkin most likely I'm what they talkin bout

my nigga t from the east roll out the forest now

man I'm just trying to get my peanuts I'm like charlie brown

ok that oozy make the holy sound, take 2 these and walk around

come strait from the homeless town this game belong to carter now, bitch