letra de fettucine alfredo - tto k.t.
[intro: smokepurpp]
cashmoneyap
16yrold
woah, b-tch
lil purpp, uh
keep it z3n
[chorus: smokepurpp]
i keep the fn, i keep a beretta
them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
i get the cheese, fettuccine alfredo
he came with a bag and he left with a halo
i get the racks and i stretch ’em like play-doh
n-gga test me, i k!ll people like tadoe
i sip the lean, yeah, that’s r.i.p. fredo
shooters on payroll, they shoot if i say so
[verse 1: smokepurpp]
bet this extendo can line up your shakra
hang with some murderers, they might white-chalk ya
chopper on me, that b-tch singing like opera
that b-tch got t-tties, she takin’ her top off
yeah, that’s my b-tch, and she doin’ the dog walk
you n-ggas is b-tches, belong in the dog park
look at my sweater, don’t touch it, it’s fleece
don’t know her name but that b-tch on her knees
[chorus: smokepurpp]
i keep the fn, i keep a beretta
them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
i get the cheese, fettuccine alfredo
he came with a bag and he left with a halo
i get the racks and i stretch ’em like play-doh
n-gga test me, i k!ll people like tadoe
i sip the lean, yeah, that’s r.i.p. fredo
shooters on payroll, they shoot if i say so
i keep the fn, i keep a beretta
them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
i get the cheese, fettuccine alfredo
he came with a bag and he left with a halo
i get the racks and i stretch ’em like play-doh
n-gga test me, i k!ll people like tadoe
i sip the lean, yeah, that’s r.i.p. fredo
shooters on payroll, they shoot if i say so
[verse 2: tto k.t.]
i keep a scrub but k.t. not a doctor
i went to coach-lla in a helicopter
i told my b-tch, ho, come feel on big papa
i write all my sh-t, yeah, k.t. is a author
all of my old sh-t is harder than your hardest artist that you n-ggas got on your roster
raf off the runway, the ice elliante, i’m hot like picante, your b-tch say the d-ck great
my pants is grande, the bb that match with the vvs, i’m streamin’, no cds
gang talk, posted with some bloods and some big bs
i don’t want a ratchet hood b-tch, i want a riri
f-ck with lil purpp, we put shots in your tater
gucci my loafers, they made out of gator
n-ggas keep runnin’ off with lil’ sound
i guess i’m your father like i’m darth vader
[chorus: smokepurpp]
i keep the fn, i keep a beretta
them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
i get the cheese, fettuccine alfredo
he came with a bag and he left with a halo
i get the racks and i stretch ’em like play-doh
n-gga test me, i k!ll people like tadoe
i sip the lean, yeah, that’s r.i.p. fredo
shooters on payroll, they shoot if i say so
i keep the fn, i keep a beretta
them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
i get the cheese, fettuccine alfredo
he came with a bag and he left with a halo
i get the racks and i stretch ’em like play-doh
n-gga test me, i k!ll people like tadoe
i sip the lean, yeah, that’s r.i.p. fredo
shooters on payroll, they shoot if i say so
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