Lil’ Wayne – March It Out Lyrics

Drought Three


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