March It Out Lyrics

Drought Three
[?] Haha

Look, I Bought It Out Like Stunna
I Hope When We Dis It We Make Ya Sick To Ya Stomach
Stuntin Like My Daddy And Ya Mamma Eat Rubbas
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
Stand On My Toes You Can Call Me Paul Bunyan
Switchin Up My Floors Like A Nigga Do Construction
The Microphone Wet Cuz My Words Like Seduction
N Wen We On Tha Jet Ya Dont Come Up In The Discussion
And If Ya Say Ya Ballin We Prolly Dont Trust Ya
I Got ??? That Prolly Wont Fuck Ya
Even If Ya Bad Boy They Prolly Wont Fuck Ya
Only If I Say She Can Touch Ya Like Busta
But She Mite Touch Ya N Burn Ya Like Usha
Me N My Clique Gettin Red Like Brusha
I Shit These Rappers Out N Sometimes I Forget To Flush Ya
Granddaddy Purp Or Bubba Kush Crusha
Explode In A Bitch Mouth Like A Gusha
Cash Money, Young Money Check The Production
I Am Just A Martion Get Prepared For Abduction

I Walk It Out Like Cruthches
Two Girls Jump Me Like Double Doutches
My Nigga T-Streets Know A Girl Named Doutches
N Everytime We See Her In The Streets She Be Cussin
I Told Her She Need To Wave The Black Flag Cuz She Buckin
He Say The Pussy Good
He Say Ya Dig So I Dug Up
Im Lookin For A Real Bad Bitch Wit A Husband
I Give Her Much Dick And A Whole Lotta Nuttin
Im Spiitin Like A ??? On A Gold Pot Of Sumtin
N Wen I Was Six I Saw My Role Modle Hustlin
So I Gotta Hustle
These Rappers Talk About A Whole Lotta Nuttin
Ya Drop Me On Saturday Im Sold Out On Sunday
Fuck Is The Argue About
Nigga The Carter Out
This Is What I Call A Drought...3
N We Dont Walk It Out
We Drop Top Porshe It Out
Ya Betta Walk Em Out
Before We Chalk Em Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk Em Out
They Dont Want It Uhh Uhh
No They Dont Want It Uhh Uhh
You See They Fony Im Not
Oh Ya They Fony Im Not
I Eastside Walk It Out
I Bring New Orleans Out
I Am A Saints Fan
O Ya We Marchin Out
Like Were A Saints Band
I Play The Organs Now
And If They Talkin Im Most Likeley What They Talkin Bout
My Nigga T From The Intro Now The Bar Is Out
Now Im Jus Tryin To Get My Fingers On My Charlie Brown
Ok Now That Engine Make That Harley Sound
Take Two [?] And Walk Around
[?] Bitch