Lil Wayne feat. Freeway, Willie The Kid, Red & Juice - Cannon | Текст песни

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• Lil Wayne feat. Freeway, Willie The Kid, Red & Juice
• Cannon

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 "catch up" like mayonnaise
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 setback
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into 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 your moon and get my howl on
Some niggas 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 Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
You're outside looking 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

[Hook x2: Lil Wayne]
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)

[Verse 2: Freeway]
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'mma blam 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 flowers
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 Tso, uh-oh!


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