Gudda Gudda - That's What They Call Me lyrics

Man, I ain't got nothing but some p**y and some paper I keep a bad b**h like a muthaf**ing Laker I don't love them hoes, f** that p**y till its aching Pa** a b**h like Troy Aikman Man, gangstas don't die, gangstas go to Vegas We don't need no navigation, we go where the money takes us Muthaf**ing fools, like the first of f**ing April I ain't never been a p**y, have you ever been in p**y? Thats so muthaf**ing good, feel like a treasure in a p**y I'm a shovel in a p**y, or devil to them p**y Spill the champagne on them pussies Yeah, same sh** different restroom Stop playing, I turn your chest into a flesh wound Ha, you would never guess who's in my guest room Now they saying "just me Tune!" [Hook] Tunechi, that what they call me man Big dog muthaf**er, you's a Pommerain They say f** me, then Karma came And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name In my momma name…guns in my momma name And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] I'm smoked out, I'm by myself b**h, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt It's Young Money or it's take money Long hair don't care, call me jake sully Pay me or pay for me I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me Momma pray for me Goons spray for me I have em bring me your head on a tray for me Cut the brain raw, p**y a** n***a I'm at your chest like a training bra Tune talk that sh** that rip straight through the kevlar Pull a b**h over, dump his a** in a reservoir Real n***a repertoire Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps Reportin' live from the top of the food chain We eatin man, now what my name? Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man [Gudda Gudda] Gudda Gudda, double G, it's all the same The game ain't never been the same since the Carter came And I stay high b**h, fly like the largest plane You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man Duck tape on the handle of my pistol n***a And I don't spit no more I drew like a retarded man Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man Don't you hold a grudge cause your b**h chose me, I'm sorry man Young n***a with old school, game like an Atari man Thats your ho callin' man I'm Gudda Gudda b**h, thats what they call me man