Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gonorrhea , by - Lil Wayne. Release date: 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! |