Gonorrhea Songtext
von 509 BMG
Gonorrhea Songtext
Boy, you finna get me heated, make me grab the Nina
Momma Mia, Jefe baking shit just like a pizzeria
And when I catch him, I′m gon' clap his ass like gonorrhea
Y′all niggas some fuckin' turkeys, Hagia Sophia
Nice to meet you, my name BMG, I smoke designer reefer
I been shittin' on them for a minute, I got diarrhea
Don′t try to run off with my shit, that′s not a bright idea
My niggas gon' roll you up just like a damn tortilla
Bitch, I′m on that hardwood, your bum ass in the bleachers
I got him in front of my heater like he got a fever
The 40 cal came with a dick, this not no Desert Eagle
I'm tryna send a pussy nigga straight to Ebeneezer
And when I drop that dick, she look like she havin′ a seizure
They try to search me at the door, nigga, I'm fuckin leavin
I′m tryna clean a nigga shit up like I'm Stanley Steemer
Them crackas blitz, nigga that shit won't be no misdemeanor
Pop a yop, get out my body, I′m a fuckin′ geeker, nigga
They gon' find your ass stuffed inside of a fuckin′ freezer
.Before you run up, nigga, bust yourself and make it easy
If I go broke, I bet I swing shit like I'm Derek Jeter
I-I-I up fye, now he act confused like he got caught on Cheaters
Mr. Mr. Trap, bitch, fuck a block, that boy can′t move no reefer
Aight, Hey, how you doin, bitch, my name Auto and it's nice to meet ya
Bitch you-bitch you gon′ die before you rob, lil' boy, I guarantee it
Came up of jackin, snatchin' shit, bitch, I wasn′t sellin′ reefer
No-no homo, I'm in love with Franklin, but it′s not Aretha
Used to kick a door, kick in my shit, I got some shit to meet ya
Make me-make me mad like hungry hoes, this bitch'll damn near eat ya
God, on IG, sad gon′ lose your life, boy, fuck a favorite eater
P-pussy, he won't crush a bug, talm bout wait till he see me, alright?
I′m gon' beat shit down his leg until he peeing
Cruci-crucify shit, put dot on his eyes, now he on T's, nigga
Momma Mia, Jefe baking shit just like a pizzeria
And when I catch him, I′m gon' clap his ass like gonorrhea
Y′all niggas some fuckin' turkeys, Hagia Sophia
Nice to meet you, my name BMG, I smoke designer reefer
I been shittin' on them for a minute, I got diarrhea
Don′t try to run off with my shit, that′s not a bright idea
My niggas gon' roll you up just like a damn tortilla
Bitch, I′m on that hardwood, your bum ass in the bleachers
I got him in front of my heater like he got a fever
The 40 cal came with a dick, this not no Desert Eagle
I'm tryna send a pussy nigga straight to Ebeneezer
And when I drop that dick, she look like she havin′ a seizure
They try to search me at the door, nigga, I'm fuckin leavin
I′m tryna clean a nigga shit up like I'm Stanley Steemer
Them crackas blitz, nigga that shit won't be no misdemeanor
Pop a yop, get out my body, I′m a fuckin′ geeker, nigga
They gon' find your ass stuffed inside of a fuckin′ freezer
.Before you run up, nigga, bust yourself and make it easy
If I go broke, I bet I swing shit like I'm Derek Jeter
I-I-I up fye, now he act confused like he got caught on Cheaters
Mr. Mr. Trap, bitch, fuck a block, that boy can′t move no reefer
Aight, Hey, how you doin, bitch, my name Auto and it's nice to meet ya
Bitch you-bitch you gon′ die before you rob, lil' boy, I guarantee it
Came up of jackin, snatchin' shit, bitch, I wasn′t sellin′ reefer
No-no homo, I'm in love with Franklin, but it′s not Aretha
Used to kick a door, kick in my shit, I got some shit to meet ya
Make me-make me mad like hungry hoes, this bitch'll damn near eat ya
God, on IG, sad gon′ lose your life, boy, fuck a favorite eater
P-pussy, he won't crush a bug, talm bout wait till he see me, alright?
I′m gon' beat shit down his leg until he peeing
Cruci-crucify shit, put dot on his eyes, now he on T's, nigga
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