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letra de pasta - stevony

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[intro: stevony]
ay, aw zamn
aw d-mn, aw d-mn, aw d-mn
aw d-mn, aw d-mn, yeah

[hook: stevony]
put away my feelings and i lock ’em in a lockbox
i done took yo hoe and now she gonna give me top, top
i got dreads up on my head, but, n-gga, i’m not rasta
shawty finna eat me up just like a bowl of pasta
pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta

[verse 1: stevony]
ay, ay, cookin’ it up, bad lil hoe, she thick as f-ck
told the lil shawty to hop in my truck
and i’m takin’ yo b-tch, n-gga, don’t give a f-ck
d-mn, she cut me up like some scissors
and she don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
she got a body like sza
i’m ’bout to rizz her like rza
ay, b-tch, i’m goin’ all the way
slam dunkin’ on these f-ck n-ggas, penny hardaway
you-you-you call me the [?], i took the harder way
i don’t f-ck with hoes, they gon’ take my heart away
my necklace on winter jam, i can’t get you out that jam
ay, hoe, i don’t give a d-mn
told this b-tch, i’m goin’ ham
b-tch, i’m goin’ stupid, n-gga
[?] gotta hold them hands
[?], gotta hold these bands
she makin’ it clap while she stand on her hands
n-ggas like “stevony, this whole [?], you ain’t drop yet”
told her that i’m coolin’, i ain’t trippin’, ain’t no contest
quick to judge a n-gga, but you out here making content
lookin’ for a n-gga to come save her, i’m not clark kent
[verse 2: yung zay]
this ain’t-this ain’t-this ain’t no among us, but i heard you an impostor
hit it from the back so much, i think i change her posture
hit her from the back so much, i got her singin’ opera
n-ggas on my d-ck so much i think they changin’ genres
if you want a feature from yung zay, it’s gonna cost you
smokin’ on some reefer, now they thinkin’ i’m a rasta
i done had so many hoes, i think i changed my roster
they tryna steal my energy, i think i need a monster
i can be the villain, i don’t like being the hero
how much money in your bank account? n-gga, zero
my heart been broke so many times, my sh-t is on sub zero
whippin’ up the pasta, whippin’ up the lobster
if you talkin’ down on gang, we gotta up the choppa
i just did a double [?], i’m turnin’ into choppa
money spread, money spread, yeah i’m countin’ dollars
yeah, i’m counting pesos, dinero, the queso

[hook: stevony]
put away my feelings and i lock ’em in a lockbox
i done took yo hoe and now she gonna give me top, top
i got dreads up on my head, but, n-gga, i’m not rasta
shawty finna eat me up just like a bowl of pasta
pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta

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