"Gonorrhea" lyrics - LIL WAYNE

LIL WAYNE

"Gonorrhea"

(D. Johnson)

[Intro:]
Sound like my mic is right

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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'm Saint Elsewhere
Hotter than a Devil? Nigga, 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
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, yuck
Weezy Baby AKA Bring The Money Home
Pull out a AK and pop you in your funny bone
Laugh now, die later motherfucker
You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker

[Hook: 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 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 bitch, like tampons
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 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 shit that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Bal' like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

[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 fucking low battery
(Okay) Nigga peep the shit 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 shit a calzone
(Okay) 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. Carter's home

[Outro: 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 growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia
Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y'all some pussy ass niggas: we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talking that shit, I'ma see ya
Kill your senorita and and your fucking Mama Mia

I Am Not A Human Being (2010)