Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's What They Call Me, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Valley of Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.05.2013
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
That's What They Call Me |
Man, I ain’t got nothing but some pussy and some paper |
I keep a bad bitch like a muthafucking Laker |
I don’t love them hoes, fuck that pussy till its aching |
Pass a bitch 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 |
Muthafucking fools, like the first of fucking April |
I ain’t never been a pussy, have you ever been in pussy? |
Thats so muthafucking good, feel like a treasure in a pussy |
I’m a shovel in a pussy, or devil to them pussy |
Spill the champagne on them pussies |
Yeah, same shit 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!» |
Tunechi, that what they call me man |
Big dog muthafucker, you’s a Pommerain |
They say fuck 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 |
I’m smoked out, I’m by myself |
Bitch, 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, pussy ass nigga I’m at your chest like a training bra |
Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar |
Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservoir |
Real nigga 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, double G, it’s all the same |
The game ain’t never been the same since the Carter came |
And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane |
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man |
Duck tape on the handle of my pistol nigga |
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 bitch chose me, I’m sorry man |
Young nigga with old school, game like an Atari man |
Thats your ho callin' man |
I’m Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they call me man |