Vietto - Cinnamon Roll Lyrics

(Aye Sed, Pipe the f*ck up)
Shit fye as f*ck
Aye, ay, etto
Huh, huh
My bro on parole still keep that 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
1, 2, 3, 4 I drip like Sloppy Joe's
We moving cargo in the four doors
I'm 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
I'm a maverick not average
We accurate, straight whacking shit Got big sticks like javelins
Yeah she catholic, but clapping it
They look at us like some savages
My chain magic just like Madeline
Boy you broke as hell, start acting it
Yeah you had us fooled it's 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 bitch 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 that extra clip
Off rip, we letting it hit then dip
My bro on parole still keep that 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
My bro on parole still keep that 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 (Ayetto!)