Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Gonorrhea lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

Sound like my mic is right

Ugh

I am not a human

Shout to all my moon men

Daddy call me Tune

Got them bitches tuned in

It's a crazy world so I stay in mine

And niggas don't cross the line

Niggas stay in line

Like welfare I stay elsewhere

Hotter than a devil, nigga hell yeah

Roc-a-bye baby, homocide baby

That's more tear drops, call me Cry Baby

What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my .9

Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms

I'm a young god, swagga un-flawed

Bitch I'm in the building, you in the front yard

Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad

And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard

Yeah you boys is washed up

And I'm shittin' on 'em, like two girls and one cup

Weezy Baby aka bring the money home

Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone

Laugh now die later muthafucker

You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta muthafucker

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

Yeah, I call it how I see ya

I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya

Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I call it how I see ya

I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya

Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

Man I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now

I'll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow

Gun at ya eyebrow pow pow

Man I ball hard, even with five fouls

Yeah we in this bitch, like tampons

Dump ya in the woods, now get ya camp on

Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on

I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on

Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on

Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn

Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on

Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join"

Yeah, what y'all wanna do I'm all ears

Smokin' on that head band call that shit that Paul Pierce

I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years

Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Drake]

I aaaaaam, spendin' much more than I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations

Is that too much information?

I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'

With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station

I aaaaam, try'na figure out why you so mad at me

Yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine stop askin' me

I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head

And a flag the color red like a fuckin' low battery

Nigga peep the shit I'm wylin' on

I be with your baby momma you be with your child at home

Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam

Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone

I will break yo' fuckin' collar bone

Us agianst the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on

Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on

And we about to kill 'em, C4 Mr. Carter's home

[Hook - Lil Wayne]

Yeah, I call it how I see ya

I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya

We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea

The money keep growin', yep

It's growin' like a Chia

Yeah, I call it how I see it

Y'all some pussy ass niggas we should call ya gonorrhea

Uh, you keep talkin' that shit I'ma see ya

Kill ya senorita and and fuck ya mama mia

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