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    Drought 3

    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

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