Cinnabon

Stop looking at me
Stop
Stop
Stop looking at me

Stop looking at me
I know your man cannot
I saw you take him round the corner
Yelling at him like a cop
Im not trynna start a mess you see
You can blame my pretty mama
For the body that she gave me
Untouchable
Undeniable
Its a crime to be around me with your eyes closed
Im a menace to society
Vibe is a variety
Make a grown man cry
And throw a fit out in public
Im just spitting on a subject
And im liking what im spitting on
I can really get me off
Gettin creamy like a cinnabon
With a lil extra cinnamon
On his face im sittin on
Woah
Lemme tone it back
Cuz my mama and my daddy do be listening to every track
But dad gave me a bat
And mama didn't raise no bitch
So let me run it back
You think that ima walk around with my tail tucked
Nah
Super sorry that im ruffling your feathers up
Princess no thanks not me
Im the type of royalty that likes to get me hands dirty
I am knee deep in pleasing
No body but me
You're insecure I see
Cuz I say free the titties

If you call me a good girl
I might take my clothes off
Take you all around the world
Ill give you some good top

Everybody now
If you call me a good girl
I might take my clothes off
Take you all around the world
Ill give you some good top

How I want you all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Tyanna Wittman
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