Песня: Gonorrhea i am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah they call me toon. i got these bitches tuned in Iits a crazy world, so i stay in line nd niggas dont cross the line Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint else wear Hotter then a devil, nigga hell yeah Rock a by baby, homacide baby Thats more tear drops call me cry baby what you talking bout, tell it to my 9's Cut yah tongue out mail it to yah momss im the young god, swagga un-frod Bitch im in the building you in the front yard Lifes a bitch nah betta yet a dumb broad nd i bet i culd fuck the world nd make it CUM hard Yeah, yuh boys is washed up nd im shitting on you like too girls in 1 cup Weezy Baby A.K.A bring the money homee Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny bone Laugh now die later motha Fucker Yuh a bitch like Zada By Data Mothaa fucker Y E A H
(Chorus) Call it how i see iit Wish i neva met yuh i would wanna be yah Pussy ass nigga i dont want yah gonorrhea PA PA PA Pussy ass nigga idont want yah gonorrhea x2
Man I'm so tired of ballin I sleep a lot now I'll let my goons rush ya (Russia) like Moscow gun at ya eyebrow pow pow man I ball hard even with 5 fouls yeah we in this b-tch like tampon's dump ya in the woods now get ya camp on choke hold around this sh-t cause I'm so hands on I get high as f-ck and Polo sheets is what I land on
back against the wall 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 smoking on that head band call that sh-t Paul Pierce I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years bald like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
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I aaaaaam, 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 DashBoard full of tickets cuz I live right by the station I aaaaam, 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 f-cking low battery (ok) n-gga peep the sh-t 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 sh-t Low calzone I will break your f-cking collar bone us against the World better pick which side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on and we about to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.
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