Gonorrhea - Lil Wayne, Drake

Sound like my mic is right

Ugh

I am not a human

Shout to all my moon men

Yeah they 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, homicide baby

That’s more tear drops call me cry baby

What you talkin' about tell it to my nine

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 shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup

Weezy baby aka bring the money home

Pull out the AK and pop you in your funny bone

Laugh now die later motherfucker

You’re a bitch like zeta phi beta motherfucker

Yeah, I call it how I see you

I wish I never met you, I wouldn’t wanna be you

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 you

I wish I never met you, I wouldn’t wanna be you

Pussy ass nigga I don’t want your gonorrhea

Pussy ass nigga I don’t want your gonorrhea

Man I’m so tired of balling I sleep a lot now

I’ll let my goons rush you like Moscow

Gun at your eyebrow pow pow

Man I ball hard even with 5 fouls

Yeah we in this bitch like tampon’s

Dump you in the woods now get your 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 blowing 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

Smoking on that head band call that shit Paul Pierce

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

Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

I am, spending much more than I’m making on these cars and these vacations

Is that too much information?

I just bought a Lamborghini, I’m not even into racing

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

I am, tryna figure out why you so mad at me

Yes I’m with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me

I be with the dread with the tattoo’s on his head

And a flag the colour red like a fucking low battery (OK)

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 your fucking collar bone

Us against the World better pick which fucking side you on

Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on

And we about to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.

Yeah, I call it how I see you

I wish I never met you, I wouldn’t wanna be you

We some asshole niggas call us diarrhea

The money keep growing yep

It’s growing like a chea

Yeah, I call it how I see it

Y’all some pussy ass niggas we should call your gonorrhea

Uh, you keep talkin' that shit I’mma see you

Kill your senorita and and fuck your mama mia!