Lyrics:
environment
Just mostly bad decisions and intoxicant viruses
Momma workin' double digit hour days and then daddy would cook us pasta
It wasn't just the Rotini
recipe needs some rotini
I don't even have tortellini
Where is all my penne?
I can't find my farfalle
To some guys, that's known as bow ties
They've all
lay like chips sleeping with ya sister
What I say disgusting like rapping with mouth full fever blisters
Don't get it twisted like rotini or mouth
gift that kitty, I give my cd
She cooking rotini, I leave her in dior
City to city, ahh
Ooh she wanna go lick me
She pull out them titties
I get at them
bchy haja ktira baghi hi taraza mkhbi biha rasi mn chemch l3aqa t7t chi Parasol
Rotini lyawmi kitfrj fih ch3b lmroc lmarid
3aris Kayban bari2
Lor 3ndek
of
Getting rotini
On yo head like beanie
Shining bright, how you see me
Ima ball like magic now you see me
You see me money machining
Now you need me
Summer my
Until 6 o'clock you're gonna call me Carmen
Your darlin'
Twist it, twist it up like rotini
Frostin' on my flakes I call him Tony (They're great)
I tell my
Start at the bottom
Rectifying my problem
Gotta use my noodle, Rotini
But I ain't dreaming of Jeannie
Gotta get to the top like a beanie
And rolling
closest homie
Thats why i be Coolan, kick shit on my own
These niggas want beef, but they really bologna
I’m tryna get to that cheese like rotini
If you
bana çok ters
Baileys yeni Benz
Talib**n shit baba habiba
Shatwy like Mia Khalifa
Gündüz kedi gece cheetah
Tadıyorum mamma mia!
Hatun rotini pasta
Ben
rotini
It's a pizza hella greasy
He leaving you if he see me
He rolling like Ray to be with me
Then I kick him out on the weekend
He can go to SZA
twist up, rotini We licking it closed a little tongue linguine
Always stuffin' their mouth like a tortellini Ass flatter than flat, like some fettuccine
Then let me get inside her
She love my mp3’s
She hit me on the Vibe
Bohemian Vibrations
Rotini with some steak and
I’ll take a side of pussy
Just make
enchilada, they don't come and get me
Going out like stocks, you rat bitches is rotini
On God, let's have some fucking fun
My mama found my gun in high
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