I THINK IM ADDICTED TO (CINNABON)

Where it does it go?
Hazy and shit and it flop on the low
Is this the high or I’m losing control
She throw it back and I’m making it —
Wait
Hold up
Shawty get down on the floor
Throat like a ace in the hole
Corner the pocket is on
Melanin pop like it’s gold
Eyes shiny diamonds they bright and they glow
Hips flex on the roll
Make a stallion

Laser disk trip And I’m zoned
Wavy the skully just lock it load
She called me Tyrone
And I split like a clone
Reality’s bending she throw on the bone
Pussy de Leche
We gretttingg it on
Grattatatatatta wе go
Fafafafafa
The roll
Sprinkle the cinnamon
Sugar you know
Tonguе in the bun
And I’m eating
It slow
Sugar dependent
Im prediabetic
This insulin stretching
No life alert
Spider girl independent
Webbing me up like
I’m into netting
Sending me pics
Like I’m into sexting
Crossing the lane
Like wow intersection
Swallowed me whole
Like down to depression
Pull up on church like "I learned my lesson"
Sinner bun shawty here offering collecting
Put up on tithes I got money to flex in

Hold up

Round and around and I go
Shawty jih suck on the Pole
Eating the sinner bun whole

Wait
Hollup

Round and around and I go
Shawty jih stuck on the pole
Eating the cinnabon whole
Round and around and I go
Shawty jih stuck on the pole
Eating the sinner bun whole
Round and around and I go
Shawty jih stuck on the pole
Eating the cinnabon whole