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!! CANNONBALL (freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: BoBBy DiGiT$
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Robert McAndrew




BoBBy DiGiT$ - !! CANNONBALL (freestyle) Lyrics
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No Image, no gimmicks, I'm all in this shit
Y'all finished, I'm winning, I'm bout to end this shit
My opinions in minutes, I don't pretend to spit
Pop said if they started, then you gonna end this shit
Cold hearted, I've lost all of my tenderness
Bogarted, what's left, y'all can fend for it
Outsmarted, we map bound, stick to it
Your team's garbage, it stems from bad leadership
Good bargains, never seen talk as cheap as this
No leases when we leave out the dealership
Slim Jesus is what I see when you spit
Y'all need this, y'all just don't know it yet
Walk in a tight rope, hope your brought a circus net
No sleep unless some poppin' Percocets
I'm back now, and y'all a nervous wreck
Blacked out, I ain't even start drinkin' yet
Packed house, I ain't even start singin' yet
Huh? I ain't even start singin' yet
What a waste of time, who's gonna f*ck you up
Yeah, uh, I was the underdog, now they know I'm winnin' it
I'm havin' fun with y'all, should've been a comedian
Man, I'm done with y'all, miss me with the dialogue
Piss me off and my arms start shootin' fireballs
I've evolved, God bless me with an iron jaw
Perfect eyesight so I can keep an eye on y'all
Heard that you were nice once, now you're a dinosaur
Lookin' like you seen a ghost, who you gonna call
You do the most, but really, you don't wanna rule
Under the front porch and I'm dressed in all camouflage
Monkey see, monkey do, y'all banana soft
I make a splash like a fat chick doin' the cannonball
I'm the same dude when the camera's off
You're the same dude that used to huff on aerosol
Once I'm done with it, it's yours, I'll gladly hand it off
Vanish somewhere with fruity drinks and a lot of Spanish talk
I was put on this planet to wreak havoc ya'll
It'll take you a week to rattle off the hits in my catalog
How could I be mad at y'all
When really, it's your parents' fault
It's your parents' fault
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No Image, no gimmicks, I'm all in this shit
Y'all finished, I'm winning, I'm bout to end this shit
My opinions in minutes, I don't pretend to spit
Pop said if they started, then you gonna end this shit
Cold hearted, I've lost all of my tenderness
Bogarted, what's left, y'all can fend for it
Outsmarted, we map bound, stick to it
Your team's garbage, it stems from bad leadership
Good bargains, never seen talk as cheap as this
No leases when we leave out the dealership
Slim Jesus is what I see when you spit
Y'all need this, y'all just don't know it yet
Walk in a tight rope, hope your brought a circus net
No sleep unless some poppin' Percocets
I'm back now, and y'all a nervous wreck
Blacked out, I ain't even start drinkin' yet
Packed house, I ain't even start singin' yet
Huh? I ain't even start singin' yet
What a waste of time, who's gonna f*ck you up
Yeah, uh, I was the underdog, now they know I'm winnin' it
I'm havin' fun with y'all, should've been a comedian
Man, I'm done with y'all, miss me with the dialogue
Piss me off and my arms start shootin' fireballs
I've evolved, God bless me with an iron jaw
Perfect eyesight so I can keep an eye on y'all
Heard that you were nice once, now you're a dinosaur
Lookin' like you seen a ghost, who you gonna call
You do the most, but really, you don't wanna rule
Under the front porch and I'm dressed in all camouflage
Monkey see, monkey do, y'all banana soft
I make a splash like a fat chick doin' the cannonball
I'm the same dude when the camera's off
You're the same dude that used to huff on aerosol
Once I'm done with it, it's yours, I'll gladly hand it off
Vanish somewhere with fruity drinks and a lot of Spanish talk
I was put on this planet to wreak havoc ya'll
It'll take you a week to rattle off the hits in my catalog
How could I be mad at y'all
When really, it's your parents' fault
It's your parents' fault
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Writer: Robert McAndrew
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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