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Pasta Lyrics - Artist : BbyMutha
Mama! you look like a rockstar!
Bitches buy a lil reefer now they think they plug Big bitch, yea ya nigga show me nothin but love I do what you bitches can't, I'm in the back with the thugs You a baby, call me crazy You just lazy, bitch I'm gravy I do what I wanna do And you just do what you told Never been a bougie bitch I'm skippin class with the hoes They done flew me overseas I got a couple of shows I'm a yes You try your best You still a no I know you stressed, bitch I'm gettin money now Bitches actin funny now Tatts all on my face and pasta all up in my stomach now Hit the ground runnin so she lookin like a dummy now Know you hate to hear it Bbymutha gettin money now Everybody love you til you focused Bitches on the bench pretending like they the coaches Actin like I owe ya I was hurting you ain't notice Bitch I'm headed to the bank I'm snorting diamonds, coca cola I'm a rider, I'm a roller I know how to handle me If you see me with a nigga He ain't get with me for free I kick it with who I wanna Clout it don't mean shit to me All these poppin hoes just losers with an instagram degree They could never fuck with me And I tell you bitches all the time... if I see you, I'mma spit on you. imma cock back hard as shit and just let go of the biggest spitball you have ever seen in your life bitch. cause you deserve. I'm sick of you niggas. I'm sick of you bitches. I'm fed the fuck up. Talking all that shit. You can't even stand in the same room and breathe the same air as me bitch. I'm iconic. You're a pig. A loved one that I'm about to lose to mesothelioma, bitch. Where's my check? Where's my diamonds, where's my fur? Where's my fucking respect? On God, I'm not lettin you bitches get no rest for the rest of ya'll lives. Ya'll gon have to feel me. ya know what I'm sayin? I ain't get no sleep cause of ya'll... Ya'll ain't gon get no sleep cause of me, damn it |
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