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LIL' WAYNE lyrics : "That's What They Call (feat. Gudda Gudda)"

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some #~!!@ and some paper
I keep a bad (*##$ like a mutha$#&@ing laker

I don't love them hoes, $#&@ that #~!!@ till its aching
Pass a (*##$ 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
Mutha$#&@ing fools, like the first of $#&@ing April
I aint never been a #~!!@, have you ever been in #~!!@

Thats so mutha$#&@ing good, feel like a treasure in a #~!!@
I'm a shovel in a #~!!@, or devil to them #~!!@
Spill the champagne on them !@#(

Yeah, same %#@! 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
(*##$ dog mutha$#&@er, you's a Pomeranian
They say $#&@ 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
(*##$, 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, #~!!@ $$# ^!$$% I'm at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that %#@! that rip straight through the kevlar

Pull a (*##$ over, dump his $$# in a reservour
Real ^!$$% 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 (*##$, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tap eon the handle of my pistol ^!$$%

And I don't spit no more I drool like a !@$!ed man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Dont you hold a grudge cause your (*##$ chose me, I'm sorry man

Young ^!$$% with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin' man
I'm Gudda Gudda (*##$, thats what they call me man


[Hook]

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