Walk it Out (Remix)

[Lil Wayne] Drought 3, yezzir 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 Funyun Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunyan Switchin' 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 won't fuck ya Even if you payin boy they probably won't 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 clique be in red like Russia I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya Grand daddy purp or bubble kush crusha Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher Cash money young money check the production I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction [Laughs x2] [Lil Wayne] Um, I walk it out like crutches Two girls jumped me like double dutches 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 nuttin' 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 drop me out on Saturday I sold out on Sunday Fuck is the arguin bout, nigga tha carter out This is the carter 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 phony I'm not, oh yeah they phony 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 up that forest now And I'm just trying to get my Peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown Ok that uzi make a harley sound, take 2 legs and walk around Come straight from that homeless town this game belong to carter now, bitch