HAARPER - CINNAMON

Armored tank to the bank, no usher Uppin' my ranks Reinforced for the clutter Nonsense noise All they do is go stutter Make her drop blouse Make her heart go flutter More money, more problems No problem for me I do this for my kin Do it for my family Get the Benjamins in You don't want no static Go and be frank This could end up tragic Black strap, back pack With a couple grenades Throw that safety out the window Sayonara to ya face Succubus on my tip Diligent with the pace She chokin' like it's cinnamon I'ma sin until I can't Burn 'em likе sage, Burn 'em like magе Bringing my rage, Put 'em in a new age Bringin' new plague, Defiler gon' aid You bouta get played, While I fuck yo dame She tradin' yo chamomile For some kool-aid My ammo field got me rubies and Diamonds Gon' pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium I seen ya (Ridin' the beamer) I tore ya team up like Cena They couldn't see me like Sia Charge up my soul with that kia I'm goin grizzly, I'm busy makin yo number thin lizzy They cannot hit me I'm Lee Bouta drop weights off my fate Black strap, back pack With a couple grenades Throw that safety out the window Sayonara to ya face Succubus on my tip Diligent with the pace She chokin' like it's cinnamon I'ma sin until I can't