Lil Wayne - That's What They Call lyrics

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Lil Wayne - That's What They Call lyrics

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1] Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper I keep a bad b**h like a muthaf-cking laker I don't love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching Pa** a b**h like Troy Aikman Man, gangsta's don't die, gangsta's go to Vegas We don't need no navigation, we go where the money takes us Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy I'm a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy Spill the champagne on them p-ssies Yeah, same sh** different rest room Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room Now they saying "just me Tune!" [Hook] Tunechi, that what they call me man b**h dog muthaf-cker, you's a Pomeranian They say f-ck 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 nameguns 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 Bithc, 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-ssy a** n-gga 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 reservour Real n-gga 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 [Hook] [Gudda Gudda] Gudda Gudda, double G, it's all the same The game aint 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 tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga And I don't spit no more I drool like a retarded man Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man Dont you hold a grudge cause your b**h chose me, I'm sorry man Young n-gga 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 [Hook]