Songtext Your gonna love me Lil' Wayne

Your gonna love me

I'm so sick I go to the hospital
I don't get fixed I get licked by the brain surgean
If I'm losin u sorry I'm just brain surfin
Movin your mind like a 5 in the lanea twerkin
But I'm like a 6 with your bitch twerkin
I'm on the strip with your bitch workin
And I don't like strippers I like dyke bitches
That don't like strippers they like bitches like the vice grippers
Weezy f baby I don't write shit
We on the hype shit she on that wife shit
I ain't talkin bout com put pot on my dick
And she suck it till she numb shit
Remember back in the day
Wen an ounce of coke was 4 hundred and the bitches was gay
But now these niggas is gay and u cud prolly get an ounce for 8
Shit if u spend it like that hundred u straight
And now the niggas with money is the niggas that hate
And bitches wana broke nigga nigga this nigga fake
But that's y me and my hooligans debate
Which one of the these rich niggas we takin
I got a make it little nae is 6 now
My little brother j.e. wana cop big smile
And little marly he just hold his chick down
Get him a bed so he can roll his chick round
I blow big in the lac like a bid dog
I keep that cig in my lap like my dick dog
Shit make me bust a nut in yo face
Tell ya girlfriend bitch wipe the slut off yo face ho
Where u from I put u under your state
And I go and throw a party in bugalow place
Chyea I'm somthin so straight fear eye
That nigga rite up in his clear eye I ain't playin
This is the year I must excell
Fans sendin in cards sayin u must get well
Soon bcuz I'm sick so sick sick noon
I b with a big fool and she do her lip?
As a matter fact I think u kno her well
Everytime I'm with that girl u always blowin up her cell
Wud u stop me and shawty tryin to chill man
Shawty tryin to feel on my eel
I shock her like seel I shock her like my managin the ludacris
Handlin the uzi like a cam-e-ra choose your flick
Chyea strike a pose we pull up
And in the bentleyz is niggas on the bikes is hoes