hot bitch

im reppin cinnamon
like red hot
right side
im gonna make you look like
ground cinnamon
the last thing youll hear is
ting ting
from the bullet
hitting the ground
ima kill you
like i murder these hoes
with one look
its in my eyes
you know your screwed
when your lifes over
way too soon

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