Cris Queben - Munchies la blem (Radio Edit) 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
F*ck hoes, by the ones F*ck 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
F*ck hoes, by the ones.... F*ck 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