Munchies la blem Lyrics

Way down

Trika you thought I was feeling you? Sinarita I was blem

If it was not for the trees' then it must be for the stem

She hitting me like the gym She hitting me, gotta hit my mans

Bitch you thought I was feeling you? Bitch I was blem

Fuck hoes, by the ones Fuck how's by the tens.. Sinarita I was blem

If it was not for the trees' then it must be for the stem

She hitting me like the gym She hitting me, gotta hit my mans

Bitch you thought I was feeling you? Bitch I was blem

Fuck hoes, by the ones.... Fuck hoes, by the tens

Sinarita I was blem

If you wanna be in the Picture, I gotta hit ya

You smoking like a swisher

If I don't hit ya, I gotta split ya

No mix up, no mixy

I just wanna be robbing your bank in back shots

We gotta play with my numbers

Now I been the banker

And my flow gots to be the padlock

Knock knock, who's there? Nothing but head chica

Sweet Sinarita, she be boxing on my mic

Sweet like Ike, I beat it like Mike

She's a biter like Mike

Don't do her like Tyson

I'ma do her up like Tyson, Jackson or Jordan

Keep her hot like Tim Hortons

No potions for my Martians

I'm wildin' like Tarzan

Like Tyson, Jackson, Jordan

Keep her hot like Tim Hortons

No potions for my Martians

Wildin' like Tarzan

And we go on and on

You thought I was feeling you

You thought I was feeling you