Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamon Toast Crunch

I was hungry as hell writing shit
I don't give no fuck
go

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I got bitches box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
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Cinnamon toast crunch, cinnamon toast crunch
I got bitches box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

It ain't no glitch when heart stop
I've been that bitch the start, Doc
Dude wanna trap me, smart cock
But I made him pull out a park lot
I'm counting bank in a Rover
At the most, gave me shoulders
But now I'm making pay for it
a new fit, like FashionNova
You never do it, watch how I pursue it
Money, I've been doing, I life insurance
Bitch yo money little, so we you Stuart
Been there, done that like a motherfucking
Yeah, the nice, sending so polite
Spent it Sunday night, Monday got it
Out living life, bounce through with the rice
say money talk? I see why they shy
Sweatsuits in the studio, through the B-side track
I should buy other hoes real suits
'Cause I'm that they slack
Bitches got it twisted, I'm not talking one litre with a cap
I don't fuck none of these bitches, not even Siri on Google Maps
is full for the hater
I'm not 'bout to wait her, broke bitch see you
levels like layers, they offering paper
They want me to sign but I'm acting Draya
sign to shit, bitch, bye
10 Mill of that dry
Good dick'll make you your eye
Then I'm like a french fry

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna toast crunch (Yo! Yo!)
I got bitches wanna box me I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon crunch
I got bitches box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up I'm cinnamon toast crunch

My niggas got munchies, auntie gon' cook
They blowin' weed like the Big Bad
Tellin' me stories on everything took
But I don't shit but a motherfucking hook
Bitches be irkin' me, her 'til burgundy
Went through emergency, now she need
Now that you of me, you should be worried, G
Saying "first of all" lead to a first degree
her I'm not to be played with
Fuck who that bitch came with
You cross me, cross you back
With the cross on a kit
Get more than a bruise, get put on the
I'm talkin' to you, so put on a
Got nothing to prove, don't fuck up the
Been more noise than Lollapalooz'
I'm not just talking the music sign
love me, don't confuse the bride
Pay me first a Uber ride
I keep shit jumpin' like the sign
No one me pause, bitch!
always smelling like dog shit!
Doing numbers a call list!
Closet a mini mall, bitch!
up the flows, when I do it, it's raw
These ain't even got a verse that could touch me
the straws, when I'm picking at those
'Cause when I drag bitches, I like to be
Feelin' like I got comin'
Fake rappers ain't nothin'
tryna hold somethin'
Pussy drippin' my nose runnin'

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinnamon toast crunch
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna toast crunch (Yo! Yo!)
I got bitches box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I spray up like I'm cinnamon toast
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast
Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna toast crunch
I got bitches box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch
I just pull up and I up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch