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qcbp - cannon flow lyrics

[verse 1: jeremiah]
panther squadron be the illest. refer to we as the villains
knocking down the f-cking building. curb stomping all the children
never gave a f-ck nor sh-t, she probably suck a hundred d-cks
so what’s that in my pants? that’s just my cannon

first things first, i go first b-tch
them panther boys, go harder than band camp in aushwitz
“aww sh-t, it’s jeremiah and his cool kids.”
hanging out in backyards, rocking f-cking nooses
and whose this?
queen city black f-cking panthers
cannon flow will make you go and put your f-cking hands up
and stand up, comedy
yeah you n-gga’s asinine
girlie got an -ss so thick, tell her get her -ss in line
to p-ss the time
you can catch me swagging on swag street
rocking rhymes and chilling with my black panther athletes
busting hoes, leave em bl–dy nosed, y’all ain’t having me
switch foot with a kick push, naw y’all ain’t p-ssing me
i dare a motherf-cker to come and try to compete
my cannon verses your dagger b-tch, you’ll probably get your -ss beat
so i say, sayonara, hit you with a wave
bow down to me f-ggots before my n-ggas misbehave

[hook]
i know we’ve just begun
queen city black panthers, b-tch we do this sh-t for fun
and if, swag is what you’re looking for; i guess we’re number one
don’t talk to my gun. talk to my cannon

[verse 2: mack attack]
yo i don’t talk sh-t i just run it
you think you setting trends, boy i done done it
you playing this game to win man? i done won it
i never see a female go, cause i keep her coming
all these girls trying to turn me into we, but i just wanna roll with them
like some ecstasy. it’s too hard to be like me
i guess you can say, that i’m the realest thing that the blind can see
yeah i’m a c-cky n-gga, hand on the cannon trigger
swag getting bigger, like i make eight figures
on my jeffrey damher, watch me strangle the beat
compet-tion go ahead and take the motherf-ckin back seat
this a world, where you either trust people, play the fool
or scream “dta” and “f-ck all the rules”
mack and black panthers trust, we way too cool
we stay posted, teaching all of y’all like this was school

[hook]

[verse 3: dexter tha hipster]
you don’t wanna battle, i’ll bring my cattle to trample;
and i stay with the heat, like i was maintaining a candle
and i hold the wax raw, like, what the f-ck is a handle?
then incinerate your body, leave your brain on the mantle
my whole life is a scandal. filled with everything you f-cking hate
big b-tch with big t-ts. like who cares about f-cking weight?
and all of you biters can get out of my f-cking way
before i bring you down like a loud noise to a soufflé
cut you up, put ya body in a f-cking suitcase
gag you with a pocket square
ask you how that suit taste
my etiquette is vintage b-tch, too hard to replace
going after a dream i had once, but now i gotta re-chase
oops let me rephrase, too ill; too sick
i spit that hot sh-t like my tounge was filled with acid
dexter, b-tch

[hook]

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