Drake - Gonorrhea Lyrics
[Verse 1]I am not a human, shout to all my moon menYeah they call me Tune, got them *****es tuned inIt's a crazy world, so I stay in mineAnd niggas don't cross the line, niggas stay in lineLike welfare, I stay elsewhereHotter than a devil? Nigga, hell yeahRock-a-bye baby, homicide babyThat's more tear drops, call me cry babyWhat you talking bout? Tell it to my 9Cut your tongue out, mail it to your momsI'm a young God, swagger unflawed*****, I'm in the building, you in the front yardLife's a *****, naw, better yet a dumb broadAnd I bet I can ***** the world and make it cum hardYeah, you boys is washed upAnd I'm shitting on em like two girls and one cupWeezy Baby aka Bring The Money HomePull out the AK and pop you in your funny boneLaugh now, die later mutha*****aYou's a ***** like Zeta Phi Beta mutha*****a[Hook]Yeah, I call it how I see youI wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be you***** ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea***** ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea[Verse 2]Man I'm so tired of balling, I sleep a lot nowI'll let my goons rush you like MoscowGun at your eyebrow, pow powMan I ball hard even with five foulsYeah, we in this ***** like tamponsDump you in the woods, now get your camp onChokehold around this shit cause I'm so hands-onI get high as ***** and Polo sheets is what I lands onBack against the wall, my two feet is what I stand onDiva in the room, she blowing me just like a band hornGot her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying onNow she just text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join"Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all earsSmoking on that headband, call that shit Paul PierceI'm just so ahead of my time like dog yearsBalled like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears[Hook][Verse 3, Drake]I am spending much more than I'm makingOn these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racingWith a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the stationI am trying to figure out why you so mad at meYes, I'm with Young Money, tell the magazine stop asking meI be with the dread with the tattoos on his headAnd a flag the color red like a *****ing low battery(Okay) Nigga peep the shit I'm wyling onI be with your baby mama, you be with your child at homeBig Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoamBig cheese big bread call that shit a calzone(Okay) I will break your *****ing collar boneUs against the world, better pick which *****ing side you onWayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage onAnd we about to kill em, C4, Mr. Carter's home[Outro]Yeah, I call it how I see youI wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be youWe some ***** niggas, call us diarrheaThe money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a ChiaYeah, I call it how I see itY'all some ***** ass niggas, we should call you gonorrheaYou keep talking that shit, I'ma see youKill your senorita and and your *****ing Mama Mia
