Shawn Scrilla - Spaghetti Lyrics

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 that backend when you ready
Ya smelling me I walked in with some 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
Having 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 sucking my mama titty
These niggas bitch made I blame it on they daddy
Ya dig me, I’m walking around with 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 tee, 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 telling
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 that backend when you ready
Ya smelling me I walked in with some 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
Having cake just like a fudge round, Lil Debbie

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 that backend when you ready
Ya smelling me I walked in with some 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
Having 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 sucking my mama titty
These niggas bitch made I blame it on they daddy
Ya dig me, I’m walking around with 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 tee, 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 telling
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 that backend when you ready
Ya smelling me I walked in with some 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
Having cake just like a fudge round, Lil Debbie