lil wayne cannon instrumental
Lyrics: Howdy Do mutha fuckas its weezy baby niggas bitchin and i gotta take the cannon listen close i got duct tape and rope ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance one hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy thas tha AK47 made his neighborhood love me bullets like birds you can hear them b
itches hummin dont let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach niggas kno im sick i dont spit i vomit got it? one egg short of the omelette simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg then tell him catch up like mayonaisse im the sickest nigga doin it bet that baby these other niggas kno im wet cra
ck baby, yes get back get back boy its a set back clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap them boys pussy, born without a back bone and if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones wet him up, i hope he got his towel on i aim at the moon, and get ma howl on some niggas cry wolf, im on t
hat dry cush and when it comes to that paper i stack books you heard what i said i can put you on your feet or put some money on your head life aint cheap you're better off dead if you cant pay the fee shoutout ma nigga fee see every muthafucka at the door dont get a key you outside lookin in, so te
ll me wut u see its about money its bigger than me i told ma homiess dont kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes dont miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again [[[straight up, i aint got no conversation for ya nigga talk to the cannon have a few words wit tha cannon
tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon]]] from philly to where im landin ima cannon and im on that philly fiya shit then i come fully equipped you try me get and shotti in the whip if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him single on them them the butters got the greedy got the got the whole enchilada Homie
kno im inside of your house tie up your brother make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you i am on top of ma job the heavyweight champ of the flow its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin i will drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin sharks surround em and e
at em nice roll over ya squad like im a punch card you chumps you best guard your i will take control of your soldiers you wont listen til i toss em in the wok like chicken a yo i make it hard for rap niggas im peer pressure matter fact im motivation to rap better i show niggas how to act how to dr
ess better i stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers im the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool tha muthafuckin other words im the real for real we can go check for check or bill for bill we can go chick for chick or skill for skill the deal is sealed niggas ain
t real as will cuz ima cannon and i handle well pedal like and i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld im tellin you niggas i pop put a shell in you niggas ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas i got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova blowin gam by the quarter weed nigga yea yea detroit red ge
ttin change like them white folks dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle you betta scurry when i pull the cannon straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas i love head and caressin a vuluptous ass i ask your baby momma is she up
to the task she like damn red its bigger than a cannon ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly imported oils from iran and get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die where im from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon detroit red always got some shit for ya ear show me love but keep it mo
vin man cuz if you get near ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like legs spread far out, you kno how im standin yea im posted wit tha big homie cannon i got niggas who dont like rap lovin our shit we got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit the
se niggas cant see me like i aint been around lately a good battle when they at the mound its gravy niggas healthy im betta no spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular keep ya midgrain i dont think you kno no betta they lovin the
trunk now they wanna hear mo shit i play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit got niggas i aint neva met wantin to fight me got hoes thas in love askin why you dont like me bitch im married to the game and i love ma wifey steppin ova competition man i love these nikes im hot, they fannin ni
ggas tryna copy ma style like the dont try to compare im in a league of ma own if i aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong all ya data is off, ya info aint valid artist of the century the competition aint balanced true like master p and his two brothers dont call it http://www.lyricsmania.c
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