Текст песни Spaghetti - Shawn Scrilla

Racks
Cheddar
Fetti
Buss it down
I might go Spaghetti Baguetti
Road head
We gone shoot a movie if she let me
New bread, drop me off dat backend when you ready
Ya smelling me I walked in wit sum grams, teddy
This shit in me and it's on me that's embedded
Spoiled bitch if I don't budge then she gone beg me
Havin cake just like a fudge round, Lil Debbie
Nigga tryna hold a grudge and that shit deadly
Lato' and lemon tree my wood, you smoke Reggie
Ballin hard since I was suckin my mama titty
These niggas bitch made I blame it on they daddy
You dig me, I'm walking around wit a 50
I'm stuck to the money, it's sticky
Won't even touch that bitch I'm picky
She wanna licky licky
She wanna fuck on the gang
I'm in the booth you hearing my chains
All of these blues might make it rain
Nigga get put on a T, no pain
Yea, get in a jam I know he gone sing
Know he gone spill it
We wrap this shit up and then we mail it
If it's a price on it I can sell it
Today I might wear fuck nigga repellant
Racks in the basement, treat em like Helen
Can't hear, can't talk, I ain't doing no tellin
Racks
Cheddar
Fetti
Buss it down
I might go Spaghetti Baguetti
Road head
We gone shoot a movie if she let me
New bread, drop me off dat backend when you ready
Ya smelling me I walked in wit sum grams, teddy
This shit in me and it's on me that's embedded
Spoiled bitch if I don't budge then she gone beg me
Havin cake just like a fudge round, Lil Debbie