Drake 24/7

Drake 24/7 - Gonorrhea lyrics

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Sound like my mic is right, uh

I-I am not a human
Shout to all my moon men
Daddy 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 stayin' elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, nigga hell, yeah
Rock-a-bye baby, homocide baby
Thats' more tear drops, call me cry baby
What you talkin’ 'bout, tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your mom
I’m a young God, swagga un-flawed
Bitch Im in the buildin', you in the front yard
Lifes a bitch, no, 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 shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup
Weezy baby a.k.a. bring the money home
Pull out the AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now die later, motherfocker
You’s a bitch like zeta phi beta, motherfocker

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

Man I’m too tired of ballin', I sleep a lot now
I’ll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow
Gon' at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man I ball hard, even with 5 fouls
Yeah, we in this bitch, like tampon’s
Dump ya in the woods, now get ya 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 blowin' 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
Smokin', on that head band call that shit Paul Pearce
I’m just so ahead of my time, like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

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

I am, spending much more than I’m making
On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information
I just bought a Lambourghini, I'm not even into racing
With a windshield full of tickets, 'cause I live right by the station
I am, try'na figure out, why you so mad at me
Yes, I’m with Young Money tell the magazine, stop askin' me
I be with the dread with the tattoo’s on his head
And a flag the colour red like a fucking low battery (okay)
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 chees,e big bread, call that shit a calzone (okay)
I will break your fucking collar bone
Us against the world better pick which side fucking 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 ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
We some asshole niggas, ca-call us diarrhea
The money keep growing yep
It's gorwing like a chea

Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y’all some pussy ass niggas we should call ya gonorrhea
Uh, you keep talkin’ that shit, I’mma see ya
Kill ya senorita and and fuck ya, mama mia
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