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Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti Nah come on P, who'da thought I'd make it? When the cops used to strip us naked Now they got the name on the street sign It may be famous And fuck boys can't help but hate it But I know Pun love it Just caught a lick last weekend I know he was above it, blessing from the sky And the nigga just recovered, long nights at LIV Grubbing in my ears as we floating through the kitchen Million dollar deals while you focus on the bitches Signing big contracts on the backs of strippers It ain't a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the proof Since "Turn Out the Light" From the World Class Wreckin' Cru Letras de cancionesI'm back at it, crack mules in back alleys Crack addicts, serving them is a bad habit Maybe I been watching too much Narcos 'Cause lately I been feeling like I'm Pablo Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti Y'all bitches got fat while we starved Shots in your ass, pads in your bras Y'all some liars it ain't no facts in your songs And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx Take away they stylist, they don't know what style is I've been fly since junior high, bitch You the biggest bird on Sesame Street And I'ma scramble ya egg keep running your beak I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed Y'all hoes below, behind, under, beneath Not near, not none, not one could fuck with me See when it comes to this rap shit, Rem's fantastic I'm good money, yeah paper or plastic? My shit tight, spandex, elastic Your shit "Shaggy" Mr. Boombastic Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti This ain't the shit you been used to Your shit is not accepted I don't condone what you doing And nor do I respect it I'm here at Vito's with noodles She slurping my spaghetti After we fuck, tell her write her name down I might forget it Call collect, she never been a cheap broad Slurping that spaghetti That's why every man she meet balls Niggas keep drawing conclusions But all they do is doodle If you think this is a new me The old me never knew you Tired hearing 'bout Who run the East, West and the South Only thing I see you niggas running Is your fucking mouth Like who are you? Really who the fuck are you? See you with the team Still don't know what the fuck you do I like that fettuccine And my spaghetti Rotelle Got bologna on my bread Every delivery starts with deli Commas, this is DJ, DJ Just a condiment, I never relish Plan on winning every accomplishment I let you tell it Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and jewels They slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti From Letras Mania