Groupie Gang

Lil Wayne

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    Tunechi gang
    Pump, what's up?

    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 ain'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 Hussain
    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

    Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
    Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

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    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 mane
    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 sell bitches, sell 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, brr
    Damn, who that is? Him? Not a game
    He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame
    Nigga washed up like a box of gangs
    He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang
    Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mullah 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

    Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
    Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

    Your bitch out of my groupie gang
    Can't blame her, its 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, mullah gang

    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

    Thots shall never ever thot again
    Thots shall never ever thot again
    Thots shall never ever thot again
    Thots shall never ever thot again

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