Cannonball

Lyrics
[Intro: Don Toliver] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Don Toliver] Get geeked up off that Wocky, then I blast off (Geek) Pull up to your house, oh, with my mask off (Mask) Shawty, big titties and her ass soft (Oh) Jump right in that pussy, I'ma cannonball (Ha) Hmm, hmm (Skrrt), hmm, hmm (Oh) Hmm, hmm (Oh), hmm (Oh) Nobody make a move, bitch, I'm finna pop a move (I'm finna make a—) Walk right there in the club, bitch, and I still got my tool (Yeah) Baby Phat and Gucci too, and she rock Jimmy Choo I'm on a 15 Perky, baby, what we finna do? [Chorus: Don Toliver] Hmm, hmm (Skrrt), hmm, hmm (Ooh) Hmm, hmm [Verse 2: Lithe] I could never love you, babe, don't make a fuss (Huh, huh, huh, huh) And the hotel lobby, damn, I pack it up Step, step 765, I'm whipping it, hmm Rollie on my wrist is president-dent Freak, freak, I only want the neck, neck Neck, neck, yeah Money feeling differеnt from the mud, yeah I been rolling dice, I'm in thе cut, yeah 1942, she drinking up, yeah Back all in the G Wag' tryna [Chorus: Don Toliver] Hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm, hmm (Oh) Hmm, hmm, hmm [Outro: Lithe & Don Toliver] Ooh Mm, better take you— Ooh Mm, better take you back with me, mm-mm (Let's go) Ooh Mm, better take you— Ooh Mm, better take you back with me, mm-mm
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Credits
- Writers
- Lithe
- Don Toliver
- Omid Khasrawy