เนื้อเพลง Cinnamon Toast Crunch - Cupcakke
เนื้อเพลง Cinnamon Toast Crunch
(I was hungry as hell writing this sh*t
I don't even give no f*ck
Let's go)
Cinnamon Toast Crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
I got b*tches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
I got b*tches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
It ain't no glitch when your heart stop
I've been that b*tch since the start, Doc
Dude wanna trap me, that smart cock
But I made him pull out like a park lot
I'm counting real bank in a Rover
At the most, gave me cold shoulders
But now I'm making b*tches pay for it
Like a new fit, like FashionNova
You could never do it, watch how I pursue it
Money, I've been doing, I need life insurance
B*tch yo money little, so we call you Stuart
Been there, done that like a motherf*cking tourist
Yeah, the money nice, sending so polite
Spent it Sunday night, Monday got it twice
Out here living life, bounce through with the rice
They say money talk? I see why they shy
Sweatsuits in the studio, running through the B-side track
I should buy these other hoes real suits
'Cause I'm everything that they slack
B*tches really got it twisted, I'm not talking one litre with a cap
I don't f*ck with none of these b*tches, not even Siri on Google Maps
Refrigerator is full for the hater
I'm not 'bout to wait her, broke b*tch see you later
It's levels like layers, they offering paper
They want me to sign but I'm acting like Draya
Ain't sign to sh*t, b*tch, bye
10 Mill of that sh*t dry
Good d*ck'll make you squint your eye
Then I'm dipping like a french fry
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
I got b*tches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
I got b*tches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
My n*ggas got munchies, soon auntie gon' cook
They blowin' weed like the Big Bad Wolf
Tellin' me stories on everything they took
But I don't repeat sh*t but a motherf*cking hook
B*tches be irkin' me, beat her 'til burgundy
Went through emergency, now she need surgery
Now that you heard of me, you should be worried, G
Saying "first of all" will lead to a first degree
Show her I'm not to be played with
F*ck who that lil' b*tch came with
You cross me, I'ma cross you back
With the cross on a first-aid kit
Get more than a bruise, get put on the news
I'm talkin' to you, so put on a zoot
Got nothing to prove, don't f*ck up the mood
Been makin' more noise than Lollapalooz'
I'm not just talking 'bout the music sign
Money love me, don't confuse the bride
Pay me first like a Uber ride
I keep sh*t jumpin' like the Puma sign
No one making me pause, b*tch!
You're always smelling like dog sh*t!
Doing numbers like a call list!
Closet like a mini mall, b*tch!
Switch up the flows, when I do it, it's raw
These b*tches ain't even got a verse that could touch me
Pack the straws, when I'm picking at those
'Cause when I drag b*tches, I like to be comfty
Feelin' like I got gold comin'
Fake rappers ain't sold nothin'
Everybody tryna hold somethin'
P*ssy drippin' like my nose runnin'
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
I got b*tches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch
I got b*tches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch