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Cannon

アーティスト:Lil Wayne 

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Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon) Listen close, I got duct tape and rope I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it? One egg short of the omelet Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg And tell him, ketchup like mayonnaise Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet 'em up, I hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon and get my howl on Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when it come to that paper, I stack books You heard what I said I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee Shout out my nigga Free See every motherfucka at the door, don't get a key Ya outside lookin' in so tell me what you see It's about money, it's bigger than me I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga talk to the (Cannon) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon) Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon) Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga talk to the (Cannon) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon) Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon) From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a (Cannon) And I'm on that Philly fighting shit And I come fully equipped You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blame him Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan Got the whole enchilada Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother She might know where to find you I am on top of my job The heavyweight champ of the flowas Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning I will four pound him and sink him Heat him then leave him stinking Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him I will roll over your squad like I'm 'One Punch' Carr You chumps, you best call General Motors I will take control of your soldiers You won't miss 'em 'til I toss 'em in the wok like chicken General, toast 'em, uh, oh I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure Matter fact, I'm motivation to


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