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