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vietto - cinnamon roll lyrics

[chorus]
my bro on parole still keep dat pole
went to the clothes store and spent some 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
this not chicago but we let it blow
make her bend it low, get lumbago

[verse 1]
1, 2, 3, 4 i drip like sloppy joes
we moving cargo in the 4 doors
im not romeo i don’t trust these hoes
my bro in the bowl he work the stove
no tobacco but we got smoke
like commando we got ammo
he saw dat pole got cardio
im a maverick not average
we accurate straight whacking sh-t got big sticks like javelins
yeah she catholic but clapping it
they look at us like some savages
my chain magic just like madellin
boy you broke as h-ll start acting it
yeah you had us fooled its saddening
took a trip down to quiktrip
just made two flips and got two chips
she use her lips then show her nips
don’t want that b-tch so i hit the whip
don’t temp, i keep poles like i strip
you a shrimp you got robbed for yo zip
equipped we keep dat extra clip
off rip we letting it hit then dip

ayetto!

- vietto lyrics

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