Juan Michael OG - Cinnamon Swag

Dipping in cinnamon swag
I flex up
Got my checks up
Setting the record straight
They messed up
Said they next up
Talking too much online
Lost your momentum
Now you like next month
I'ma come over to fuck on that chick
But that’s all that she get cause the head sucks
I don’t like smoking with niggas
I don’t smoke with hoes
I’m on another astral direction, I’d rather smoke alone
I tell the niggas keep your head sharp
They want us dead we gotta head start
Running through trees
Staking out the weeds
Blood on the leaves
Drip from the red scar
I got that bread part
Talk down my family we taking yo red heart
I gotta play it smart
They act like a friend cause they lazy and can’t chart
They didn’t have a plan
They didn’t make a goal
Them niggas just copy but can’t match the wingspan
I’m fly you a damn ham
Jumped outta of a trans am
To hop on the damn train
To hop in the damn van
To hop on a damn plane
To see me some new land
I did my damn job
Ran up a damn bag
Hit up the damn mall
Get drippy like damn yeah
They all damn yeah
They mad that I did it but love how I am yeah
Do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
Gave it to her threw it right back
Threw it right back
Got me goin in for the bag
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
Got me goin in for the sack
I need some racks
You can’t do it like that
Do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can get blew like that
You can get through like that
Put you on the news like that
You can’t do it like that
Do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
OG real you act
We can’t interact
For my health that’s bad
Running on the treadmill fast
Speed but I don’t crash
Like Red Bull's in my gas
So fast like a flash
You can’t do it like that
She want me all to herself
Can’t do that if she gon block all the wealth
I fuck so much that I just lost my belt
Can’t remember who got that good head but oh well
Remember them days at the call center as well
Finessing the system shout out to Odell
Remember them times I got dropped in a cell
We paid off the lawyer so everything swell
Ahhhh
Why you wanna hate on me bitch
You used to taste this dick
You used to take this stick
Hot hot hot boy summer nigga
Ice cream she can get a lick
She can get the drip
Just the tip cause bitches ain’t slick
I’m oil you best get a grip
Tin foil it’s a wrap if I’m in
Lay back and react with a grin
Fucking her face
She want me fucking her face
Juan Michael is a disgrace
But when I arrive
She roll her eyes
She pent up inside
Acting so fake
She only get mad just cause I been away
Ain’t said a word
Just popped up today
I miss you a lot but I can’t call you bae
When I go to lay she beg me to stay
Pull on my arm almost pulled outta place
Then got in my face
My heart started to race
I got race I gotta skate
I gotta go gotta grind get away
These demons try stopping I hop barricades
And chop with the blade
Do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
Gave it to her threw it right back
Threw it right back
Got me goin in for the bag
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
Got me goin in for the sack
I need some racks
You can’t do it like that
Do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can get blew like that
You can get through like that
Put you on the news like that
You can’t do it like that
Do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that
You can’t do it like that

Written by:
Juan Culbreath

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