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lil wayne - tunechi's back lyrics

[intro]
man, f-ck these n-ggas

[hook]
tunechi’s back, tunechi’s back
that’s all these b-tches screaming
that tunechi’s back
all eyes on me, n-gga, picture, i’m rolling
strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
man, my b-tch on that c0ke, she snorted four and a baby
now the b-tch owe me; she sell that p-ssy and pay me
they saying “tunechi’s back! tunechi’s back!”
and i brought them twins with me, n-gga, cl!ck and clack
let’s go

[verse]
out on bail, work on the scale
put some change on your head, boy, you on sale
yeah i’ll see you in h-ll, pop-pop, get well
make breakfast
’cause i got you walking on egg sh-lls
xan with that lean
i ain’t a begging motherf-cker, but, n-gga, please!
and i aim this motherf-cker at your memories
and all my n-ggas bloods, but we make you n-ggas bleed
yeah, bl–dy mary
i’m the one with the money, so i ain’t the one with the gun
all i do is give the word to the one with the gun
i’m triple og, fuque’s splitting the sweet
f-ck b-tches, get money: mission complete
man, f-ck these n-ggas, i ain’t worried ’bout ’em
these n-ggas pure p-ssy, pull a pearl out ’em
yeah, i got a virgin, i call her madonna
but i ain’t trippin’, her head is a monster
yeah, we do this for real
swear to god, i never shoot unless i’m shooting to k!ll
young, wild motherf-cker, pop you and a pill
boy, instead of writing raps, you should be writing your will
you a dead man
i get to poppin’ this b-tch, watch where your head land
i ain’t right, i swear to god, i need my head scanned
stand up and eat that p-ssy while she on a headstand
i’m a dog, ho
camo cargos, semi-auto
my b-tch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah!
wish i could take a shot of ciroc with pac
sorry for the wait, ’til my album drop

- lil wayne lyrics

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