Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gonorrhea, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gonorrhea |
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! |