Cinderella
Smoking out the bow fucking on yo hoe
Once the clock strike 12 bitch you gotta go
Treat her like Cinderella these are Margiellas
All I wear is fly shit Like it came with propellas
Them niggas In the back those are my fellas
Deep like the foot clan don't get hit with the Sheddar
Ain't buying what you selling don't wanna inhale it
To get a strand this strong plug gotta mail it
Don't wanna see me win they wanna see me failing
Rather see me lock up jailing with the felons
Be a cold hell fo they stop my progression
Gotta learn from every L turn it to lesson
Blow a quarter every quarter till the game over
Chill bro don't put me on live got a nigga main over
I ain't tryna blow her cover fuck her like I love her
Ain't scared to tell me how she wanted
Ain't no sucker stroking
Come to RudeBoy Records ima have you Open
Real chain real Rollie's no false promoting
They tell you anything less that's the hater in em
Upgraded the chill room got a theater in it
Smooth nigga that's the player in me
Ride around windows tinted strapped up like the mayor with me
Rub my fingers all between her legs
Ran her fingers thru my dreds now she in my bed
Say the drugs got her on the edge
She popped a ade like to focus while she giving head
Be my Cinderella
Be my Cinderella
We can do whatever we can go wherever
Be my Cinderella be my Cinderella
Buy you red bottoms ima do margiellas
Once the clock strike 12 bitch you gotta go
Treat her like Cinderella these are Margiellas
All I wear is fly shit Like it came with propellas
Them niggas In the back those are my fellas
Deep like the foot clan don't get hit with the Sheddar
Ain't buying what you selling don't wanna inhale it
To get a strand this strong plug gotta mail it
Don't wanna see me win they wanna see me failing
Rather see me lock up jailing with the felons
Be a cold hell fo they stop my progression
Gotta learn from every L turn it to lesson
Blow a quarter every quarter till the game over
Chill bro don't put me on live got a nigga main over
I ain't tryna blow her cover fuck her like I love her
Ain't scared to tell me how she wanted
Ain't no sucker stroking
Come to RudeBoy Records ima have you Open
Real chain real Rollie's no false promoting
They tell you anything less that's the hater in em
Upgraded the chill room got a theater in it
Smooth nigga that's the player in me
Ride around windows tinted strapped up like the mayor with me
Rub my fingers all between her legs
Ran her fingers thru my dreds now she in my bed
Say the drugs got her on the edge
She popped a ade like to focus while she giving head
Be my Cinderella
Be my Cinderella
We can do whatever we can go wherever
Be my Cinderella be my Cinderella
Buy you red bottoms ima do margiellas
Credits
Writer(s): Martel Stampley
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