Songtext von Cannonball (feat. Lithe)

Yeah, yeah Get geeked up off that Wocky, then I blast off (geek) Pull up to your house, oh, with my mask off (mask off) Shawty, big titties and her ass soft (oh) Jump right in that pussy, I'ma cannonball (ha) Hmm, hmm, 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? Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (ooh) Hmm, hmm Talkin', talkin' down my lovin', bae, don't make a fuss In a hotel lobby, damn, I'll pack it up (huh, mm, baby, huh, huh) Step, step, 765, I'm whippin' it, hmm Rollie on my wrist is president, 'dent Freak, freak, I only want the neck, neck, neck, neck (nothin', nothin', nothin') Ooh, money feelin' different from the mud (mm, baby) Yeah, I been rollin' dice, I'm in the cut (ooh) 1942, she's drinkin' it (mm, baby) Backin' in the G-Wagon, tryna– Hmm, hmm (yeah), hmm, hmm (oh) Hmm, hmm, hmm Ooh Mm, baby 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