- Cannon (AMG Remix) 歌詞 Freeway Lil Wayne Dj Drama Wille The Kid
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- Wille The Kid Cannon (AMG Remix) 歌詞
- Freeway Lil Wayne Dj Drama Wille The Kid
- Listen, my ***** Drama man this something I need you to do
Something else for them man, Just to warm em up, and then lay it on me Get ya pipe Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama Howdy do mother****as its Weezy Baby *****z *****in and I gotta tote the Listen close I got duct tape and rope I leave you missing like the ****ing Obannons One hand on my money one hand on my buddy Thats the AK-47 make his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds You can hear them *****es humming Dont make that bird **** he got a weak stomach *****z know Im sick I dont spit I vomit got it One egg short of the omelet Simon says shoot a ***** in his thigh and leg And tell him ketchup like mayonnaise Um Im the sickest ***** doing it bet that baby These other *****s **** Im wet crack baby Yes get back get back boy this a set back Clumsy a** *****s slip and fall in to a death trap Them boys ***** 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 *****z cry wolf Im on that dry kush 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 better off dead if you cant pay the fee Shout out my ***** Free See every mother****a at the door Dont get a key Outside lookin in so tell me what you see Its about money its bigger than me I tell my homies dont kill him Bring the ***** to me Yeah dont miss You ****ing with the hitman Kidnap a ***** Make him feel like a kid again Straight up I aint got no conversation for you ***** talk to the Yeah have a few words with the Yeah tell it to my mother****ing Yeah straight up I aint got no conversation for you ***** talk to the Yeah have a few words with the ***** tell it to my mother****ing From Philly to where Im landing Im a And Im on that Philly fighting **** And I come fully equipped You trolley get bodied Keep nina and shotty in the whip If a ***** try to stick me Im a blame him Sing along now di-di -dadi Im Free Got the butters got the green He got the tan Got the whole enchilada Owe me dough Im inside of your house Tie up your brother Make the ***** call up your 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 your 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 Im One Punch Carr You c****s you best call General Motors I will take control of your soldiers You wont miss em till I toss em in the wok like chicken General toast em uh oh I make it hard for rap *****z Im peer pressure Matter fact Im motivation to rap better I showed *****z how to act how to dress better I stay fresh more fitted caps than back catchers Im the crack the smack the gun the rule The gat the strap the gun the tool The mother****ing Other words Im the real for real We can go check for check or bill for bill We can go chick for chick skill for skill The deal is sealed *****z aint real as Will Cause Im a And I handle well pedal like Cannondale And I got the 50-cal mag its a hand held Im telling you *****z I pop put a shell in you *****z My nice watchll Helen Keller you *****z I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin over Blowing ghan by the quarter **** odor in the Rover ***** Detriot Red gettin change like them white folks Dump it out the window of the Range With the rifle Pain like a ***** like the first day of a cycle You better scurry when I pull the Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas I love head and caressing a voluptuous a** I ask you baby mama is she up to the task She like damn Red its bigger than My attire makes the ladies Say your man is too fly Imported oils from Iran and Dubois Get caught slipping with your mans and you die Where Im from *****z be quick to squeeze the Detroit Red always got some * *** for your ear Show me love but keep it moving man Cause you if you get near Ill say Get off my ****' And tell ya ***** to Come here Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don Legs spread far out you know how Im standing Yeah Im posted with the big homie I got *****z who dont like rap lovin our **** We got *****z who was stuck on Pac bumpin our **** These *****z cant see me Like I aint been around lately A good batter when they at the mound Its gravy *****z salty Im pepper no Spinderella Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana Yeah Vic found that lick now We smoking no more regular Keep you mid-grade I dont think you know no better They love In Da Trunk Now they wanna hear more **** I play it modest like '***** thats some of our old ****' Got *****z I aint never met Wanting to fight me Got hoes thats in love asking 'Why you dont like me ' ***** Im married to the game And I love my wifey Steppin over competition man I love these Nikes Yeah Im hot they fannin *****z try to copy my style like the Dont try to compare Im in a league of my own If I aint listed at the top ***** the stats is wrong All the data is off you info aint valid Artist of the century The competition aint balanced True like master p and his two brothers Dont call it incest, but Juice the ** **********, like Chyeah
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