Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spaghetti, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 16.02.2017
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |
| I’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 their 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’m a 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, rims 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 |