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with 10's or 20's
Big ol bank this shit don't fold
But you say I'm penny pitching
Brand new stick and that shit fold
That shit folding and it bend like

cinnamon
Fucking his bitch and I'm finishing
Loud pack are you listening
Stick up the dividends count up and get again
I'm on a island like Gilligan
SRT skrt

Niggas is bitches and bitches is bitchin', these niggas be sweeter than Cinnamon Rolls
These niggas ain't with it, they really pretending, it's easy

Sgijima nge-caravan
Never fuck with ma temper man Hey am from the dirt aai You Know a hungry man Is a Angry man Kodwa mangikotela ibeat I stick

sweet
Like a cinnamon toast
Pull up in a ship
Make 'em go ghost
When mauls in this bitch
I'm doing the most
Strapped with a Mack
And it's ready to go
Dual

the Benjamin’s
Butter pecan- with a tan, cinnamon
Her adrenal got her chasing all of the money man
I’m a stick my – in that – if I can fit it in
Plumber style—put

Gotta get the bread just like Cinnamon buns no
Pistol whipping you getting hit wit Da gun
You get hit wit da gun u thinking it's Fun, it's not you lookin

swim
Niggas be mad cause they bitches is into him
Shorty alike him like Tito her synonym
Work name was cinnamon, she like the bread in my pocket
I told

so I bought a watch.
Heard the chopper got a stick and a drum. Avenge a nigga now they calling me stark.
She be so sweet like a cinnamon bun. Sloppy

hell nigga
But let me get back to it and introduce you to the villain man
You talking too much shit them words gone choke you out like cinnamon
Sometimes

home park features cheese on a stick
The line for Coasters drive in
Stretches back to the kiddieland roto-whip

Ive always wanted to try it
And live

A swing and a miss. Excited to flip
Upside down cake sticks
Delighted to meet you I'm sure
you're a bore make the switch
Fitting to split. Kissing the grit

kinda cute
Just wish she wasn't like the rest of them
Only fuck with 10s n their friends
That wanna twin n em'
Leave em gasping
Like they inhaled Cinnamon

[Hook]
I'ma badass, I'ma badass
I'ma badass, I'ma badass
I'm about to fuck shit up, what?
I'm about to fuck shit up, what?

[Verse 1]
Stick a fork in

limited
Don't owe you jack like I'm cinnamon
Yo opinion unsolicited
Yo opinion is prohibited
The 321 is my settlement
Little boy stay in your regiment
Cause

reality, he don't do shit
I wouldn't touch her with a pool stick
And Pro AM is how we shootin'
We the Navy, how we recruitin
I learn the streets,

that cinnamon
Hackin' it up
And asking if I've amassed the Benjamins
NO
Baby, my money vermillion
A marriage would disparage
Staring at them sticks

bro got they matching like (woah)
Up on the scene the paramedic (yeah he dead)

(yeah woah)

Fuck his shit now he ain’t getting up
And the stick don’t

stick around just to hear my song
1AM, show's runnin' long
It's whatever, bitch, you can suck my schlong
I've tried to peace, but I'm filled with hate

Told her don't bite it
Pull the white up out of mozzarella sticks
Like some finger food
That good nutrition yeah I'm tryna get up into you
You want some

chores
If yo spot clean yo pussy clean i know that's for sure
I come a little closer I smell poison Dior
And yo skin like cinnamon
Your eyes saying come

tryna lick your clit
OOO you taste sweet with a scent of cinnamon
Aint no minute man baby we can get it in
Just open up your legs and I'ma give you some

shit can dust
Cause nigga, you ain't one of us, he do that faggin' shit for lust
Claim he got that saggin' shit for us, I stick to loyalty and trust

I

a plan and I stick with it
Got blood all on my digits
My 21st, we drankin' like bums
That's your name all over these guns
Yeah your songs are buns
No