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letra de spaghetti - fat joe & remy ma

[hook: remy ma]
flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
up at vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
stash the work in the buick, they slurping on spaghetti
in the back of that uber, they smoking on spaghetti
flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
up at vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
stash the work in the buick, they slurping on spaghetti
in the back of that uber, they smoking on spaghetti

[verse 1: fat joe]
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 f-ck boys can’t help but hate it
but i know pun love it
just caught a l!ck last weekend
i know he was above it, blessing from the sky
and the n-gga just recovered, long nights at liv
grubman in my ears as we floating through the kitchen
million dollar deals while you focus on the b-tches
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 cl-ss 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

[verse 2: remy ma]
y’all b-tches got fat while we starved
shots in your -ss, 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 they stylist, they don’t know what style is
i’ve been fly since junior high, b-tch
you the biggest bird on sesame street
and i’ma 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 f-ck with me
see when it comes to this rap sh-t, rem’s fantastic
i’m good money, yeah, paper or plastic?
my sh-t tight, spandex, elastic
your sh-t “sh-ggy,” mr. boombastic

[verse 3: kent jones]
this ain’t the sh-t you been used to
your sh-t 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 f-ck, 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 bawls
n-ggas 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 n-ggas running?
is your f-cking mouth
like who are you?
really who the f-ck are you?
see you with the team
still don’t know what the f-ck 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

- fat joe remy ma

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