Y'all know what this is
Tunechi Gang
Pump, what's up?
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing
New password, new username
My new teams loves having newer things
One phone call and my jeweler came
I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain
Daddy got bust at the gun range
My drugs cost more than your mortgage
The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless
I'ma throw the hoes another party
Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn
Every week fashion week, runway
Fly the bitch overseas, one way
The bitch come around here and go both ways
Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn
She don't even hable inglés
Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist
And right between her thighs is an entreé
And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah
And I look up in the sky through my sun shades
Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray
I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day"
Made the sign of cross over the heart ray, Amen
Boom-bang, red beam, blue flame
Tunechi got clique like Hussein
Stick that kick like Liu Kang
My bitch got tits and two chains
Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train
You blind to the fact, that's a fucking shame
I still come bread with the butter stain
Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came
My clique love sipping Houston drank
Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man
My bitch love watching Boomerang
My kids love watching Stranger Things
It's gorilla warfare, y'all orangutans
She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane
It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things
It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane
Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pew
Make her drop the top in the summer rain
Make her pussy come again, tell these pussy "Come again"
Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain
She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man
Nigga, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game
What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games
These funny ass niggas think they Martin Payne
Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again
Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band
But I could get you whacked for some pocket change
And my niggas snap like the paparazzi gang
And you know they say a picture say a thousand things
She wanna be with me and feel alive again
She wanna join a gang but she gotta train
I never knew her name, still forgot her name
Thots shall never ever thot again
I flew her to Columbia, her body changed
She came back home with the model frame
Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name
All these hoes looking for a power change, brrt
Damn, who that is? Him? Not again
He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame
Nigga washed up like a box of Gain
He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang
Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mula gang
Live life, Superman running through the veins
Street smart, nigga, I could be a tutor mane
My shooters aim at your motherfucking pupil, mane, bang
Don't talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane
My gang stay away from the trooper gang
Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane
But if the pussy sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Your bitch out of my groupie gang
Can't blame her, I give you to blame
Eat xan bars like Nutrigain
Coochi better smell like sushi mane
Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain
Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mula gang
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Your bitch out of my groupie gang
Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came
My bitch love to do hookah mane
My black barbies got booty fame
My white barbies got Hooters fame
I'm a eye doctor that you should blame
When she tell you she don't wanna see you again
The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing
New password, new username, ayy
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
[Intro: DJ Drama] Y'all know what this is Tunechi Gang Pump, what's up? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane Your money funny like Pootie Tang Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing New password, new username My new teams loves having newer things One phone call and my jeweler came I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain Daddy got bust at the gun range My drugs cost more than your mortgage The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless I'ma throw the hoes another party Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn Every week fashion week, runway Fly the bitch overseas, one way The bitch come around here and go both ways Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn She don't even hable inglés Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist And right between her thighs is an entreé And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah And I look up in the sky through my sun shades Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day" Made the sign of cross over the heart ray, Amen Boom-bang, red beam, blue flame Tunechi got clique like Hussein Stick that kick like Liu Kang My bitch got tits and two chains Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train You blind to the fact, that's a fucking shame I still come bread with the butter stain Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came My clique love sipping Houston drank Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man My bitch love watching Boomerang My kids love watching Stranger Things It's gorilla warfare, y'all orangutans She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pew Make her drop the top in the summer rain Make her pussy come again, tell these pussy "Come again" Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man Nigga, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games These funny ass niggas think they Martin Payne Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band But I could get you whacked for some pocket change And my niggas snap like the paparazzi gang And you know they say a picture say a thousand things She wanna be with me and feel alive again She wanna join a gang but she gotta train I never knew her name, still forgot her name Thots shall never ever thot again I flew her to Columbia, her body changed She came back home with the model frame Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name All these hoes looking for a power change, brrt Damn, who that is? Him? Not again He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame Nigga washed up like a box of Gain He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mula gang Live life, Superman running through the veins Street smart, nigga, I could be a tutor mane My shooters aim at your motherfucking pupil, mane, bang Don't talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane My gang stay away from the trooper gang Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane But if the pussy sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Your bitch out of my groupie gang Can't blame her, I give you to blame Eat xan bars like Nutrigain Coochi better smell like sushi mane Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mula gang [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Your bitch out of my groupie gang Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came My bitch love to do hookah mane My black barbies got booty fame My white barbies got Hooters fame I'm a eye doctor that you should blame When she tell you she don't wanna see you again The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane Your money funny like Pootie Tang Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing New password, new username, ayy [Outro: Lil Wayne] Thots shall never ever thot again Thots shall never ever thot again Thots shall never ever thot again Thots shall never ever thot again Explain Request ×
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