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cannon (extended) - lil wayne lyrics

[produced by dj don cannon]

[intro: lil wayne, dj drama, & dj drops]
yeah
amg’s the gang!
dedication 2
drama
pay attention! (gangsta gri*zillz!)

[verse 1: lil wayne, dj drama, & dj drops]
howdy*do, motherf*ckers, it’s weezy baby
n*ggas b*tching and i gotta tote the (my n*gga don cannon!)
haha! listen close, i got duct tape and rope (oh!)
i leave you missing like the f*cking 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 b*tches humming
don’t let that bird sh*t, he got a weak stomach
n*ggas know i’m sick: i don’t spit, i vomit—got it?
one egg short of the omelet
simon says: “shoot a n*gga in his thigh and leg
and tell him, ‘catch up,’ like mayonnaise”; um—
i’m the sickеst n*gga doing it—bet that, baby
these othеr n*ggas dope; i’m wet crack, baby, yes!
get back, get back, boy, this a setback
clumsy*ass n*ggas slip and fall into a death trap
rest assured, i rest in a azure
me and my chauffer got a (cannon!)
sometimes i gotta let my girl hold the (cannon!)
i think i’m bout to put some pearl on the (cannon!)
yeah! and guess what boy?
you know a n*gga just got papers on the (cannon!)
and i just got off paper for the (cannon!)
now i can go and get some paper with this (cannon!)
what you on?
them boys p*ssy, born without a backbone
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 my howl on
some n*ggas cry wolf, i’m on that dry kush
and when it come to that paper, i stack books ha
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 n*gga fee
see, every motherf*cker 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 told my homies, “don’t k!ll him, bring the n*gga to me” (gangsta!)
yeah, don’t miss, you f*cking with the hitman
kidnap a n*gga, make him feel like a kid again
[chorus: lil wayne]
straight up, i ain’t got no conversation for you
n*gga, talk to the (cannon!)
yeah, have a few words with the (cannon!)
yeah, tell it to my motherf*cking (cannon!)
yeah, straight up, i ain’t got no conversation for you
n*gga, talk to the (cannon!)
yeah, have a few words with the (cannon!)
n*gga, tell it to my motherf*cking (cannon!)

- lil wayne lyrics

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