Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CinnaBunz, artist - Illah DayzDate of issue: 14.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CinnaBunz |
| Cold stuff, what up doe love |
| You got me girl in handcuffs |
| Reminding punch of an old lust, like gold rush |
| Lunch bait cinnabunz, you more sweeter than cakes |
| Saucy ass hell to, i blew out the L for you |
| Smell that aroma |
| Enough tah put me in ah deep coma |
| I dicked you good, had you all over my wood |
| Damn niggas, they want ah piece |
| You all over my hood, im pondering to myself |
| On how they know you so good |
| Oven baked, i kept you hot, so ya cream can melt |
| Finga’s mad sticky, plus ah sensation i felt |
| I want you all for self to eat up until its none left |
| You got me open and spending, hopin its never ending |
| Everytime im downtown, im in ah different dimension |
| Had my pole swole, toes curled from blowin on top |
| I gotta have this, trick the not, you be hittin the spot |
| Cinnabunz, exotic and wild, what have you done. |
| Cinnabunz, exotic and wild, what have you done |
| Yo style is like wild, im bugged out from what u brung |
| Cinnabunz, exotic and wild, what have you done |
| Day dreaming, thinkin of you, i want some |
| Cinnabunz, exotic and wild, what have you done |
| Yo style is like wild, im bugged out from what u brung |
| Cinnabunz, exotic and wild, what have you done |
| Day dreaming, thinkin of you, i want some. |
| I roll wit the flow, i might just lick the box |
| Kick the socks, watch movies, down shots, blow pot |
| Peep ya every move, check it how you get in ya groove |
| We straight show n prove fucking |
| Like its nothing tah loose |
| Yo, im ridah, providjah wit ooze, all up inside ya |
| Love when you was tight, i hold strong |
| Open you wider |
| Plus ya ass fat, relax, let me hit from the back |
| Black power strokes, Johnnie bit the G spot dope |
| I can tell from ya act, this shit is real as real as you hope |
| You spoke to ya girls about the action |
| They slung ah fax in, chattin, sendin dirty emails |
| Askin whats happenin, pushin on me hard |
| Got them broads surrounding me sweet |
| You put us both on the streets, from the steam of our heat |
| Cinnabunz, exotic and wild, what have you done |
| Yo style is like wild, im bugged out from what you brung |
| Cinnabunz. |