Warner Chappell Music - Gonorrhea lyrics

[Verse 1] I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah they call me Tune, got them b**hes tuned in It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine And n***as don't cross the line, n***as stay in line Like welfare, I stay elsewhere Hotter than a devil? n***a, hell yeah Rock-a-bye baby, homicide baby That's more tear drops, call me cry baby What you talking 'bout? Tell it to my 9 Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I'm a young God, swagger unflawed b**h, I'm in the building, you in the front yard Life's a b**h, naw, better yet a dumb broad And I bet I can f** the world and make it cum hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm sh**ting 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 muthaf**a You's a b**h like Zeta Phi Beta muthaf**a [Hook] Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea [Verse 2] Man I'm so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now I'll let my goons rush ya like Moscow Gun at your eyebrow: pow pow! Man I ball hard even with five fouls Yeah, we in this b**h like tampons Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on Chokehold around this sh** cause I'm so hands-on I get high as f** and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall, 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 praying 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 headband, call that sh** Paul Pierce I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years Balled like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears [Hook] [Verse 3: Drake] 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 tattoos on his head And a flag the color red like a f**ing low battery (Okay) n***a peep the sh** I'm wyling on I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam Big cheese big bread call that sh** a calzone (Okay) I will break your f**ing collar bone Us against the world, better pick which f**ing side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on And we about to k** 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home [Outro] Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya We some a**hole n***as, call us diarrhea The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia Yeah, I call it how I see it Y'all some p**y a** n***as: we should call ya gonorrhea You keep talking that sh**, I'ma see ya k** your senorita and and your f**ing Mama Mia