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dough
My girl skin brown like cinnamon rolls
Clap like bongos, hit with combos
My name is Vietto don't ask no more
Gotta watch the floor, Louboutin my toe

Here I come I feel like CinnaMon,
I beat the crevice up like I was in the Cecil
Run up on me everything you need it lethal

One and only 2Polar don't

I think about you every night and day
Chap stick with your hair cut, for the holidate
I'm asking lady where you wanna float away
I'm your hot air

the back, big ass and it taste jus like cinnamon
Fuckin in the backseat, spacious minivan
But it ain't no bangbus
24/7, all day ye I'm ready man
Sniffin'

Who say we got no identity
Known for poppin' the enemy
Stick hanging out of it like an extremity
Say that you sick homie I got the remedy
I see

Un Casa

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity [Clean]

2003

seen the cops got your wife suckin' Siemen cock

I'ma Taliban lyrical monster, they'll shout the city I conqour
White ice cinnamon parker Al Quiada's

with your homies
I got sticks, I got sticks, I got sticks and I got 40s
Ayy, ayy, stick in the back when they lock up
Fuck em I cook em like crackin that

on the vest 'cause my nigga takin' headshots
I'm in the skies
Fuck a coolant on the stick when the shells hot (hot)
I got the vibes (vibes)
Know I got

nigga runnin' 'round wildin' with that stick 
I told him move smart (stick)
Young nigga havin' a sit down 
'Cause the business here with the mob (yeah)

might be dead so I poke with a stick
That nigga is fat but he is not Rick-ster
I got a pot and I'm starting to stir
That nigga is nauseous, He starting

ain't givin' her nut)
Niggas be sweet for these hoes
Like the cinnamon bun (Cinnamon, uh)
I put a dick in the gun
Then cap rap like it
Be spinnin'

Slimmer than a cinnamon roll
Stepping out with a willy wee bone
Seeing if your doggy is home
Breaking bread with a dead cold bro
Stealing what we can from

He was in the gang hangin' so he hung him
Chris Block, Ea wit stick like the jungle
Had to pull on the head this shit, long like Rapunzel
Whack me

roll up a L make sure the shit don't got sticks
Come in this Bitch
Attitude I run this shit
Bitch you ain't it
Fuck around you can get clipped
Roll up

tracksuit now
And I'm fully involved unlike all my paigons
Got flicks and sticks and razors
Big machines and them rip head shavers
For them it's power in

to do wid his melanin
Brick my bredda then spitz wiz bellin em sticks adrenaline dippers swelling an
Mischief
Bubbling
Swift an menacing
Oh my golly

intimate
Feminine hormones
Smelling like cinnamon
Dependin' when I want you to come over and sit on it
Which is any time of the day or the night
Girl you

These niggas they sweet as cinnamon, step up they shivering
I’m like Daniel in that lions den, me I was born to win
I’m Superman yo nigga crimson chin, me

One, two, three, four
Oh yeah

We hate time limits, we stick to no plan
You're my tattooed woman I'm your rock'n'roll man
She's a little devil with

You must be drinking rocket Fuel, who been gassin you? 
Pull up to Mercury , interior Color of cinnamon
White exterior, like icing, fresh Out

missing shit
Don't leave no witnesses
Draco it came with a cinnamon
Jug out this bitch we don't give a shit
Work out this bitch ninety days like a fitness

twisted
Why be genuine
When you could add a little spice like cinnamon
And then you twist it
L-l-lies, l-l-like licorice
Licorice, l-licorice
L-l-lies,

Un Casa

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

White Ice cinnamon Parker
Al Quiada's most vividest author
Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up
45th sides prettiest monster
The truck look like

amongst
Knuckles couldn't bleed that
Winners grow your cinnamon
Peter pulled his teeth back
Funny he deceived that
Running you received that
Sit as you