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pa$ta gvng – pegasus newy lyrics

[intro] [rigatoni]
mopping the p-ssy, p-ssy dripping on the floor
mop it up because im the janitor
rigatoni young rigatoni
gang gang pasta gang b-tch!

[verse 1] [rigatoni]
my money blue like some cheese
i got your b-tch on her knees
my ice cool like a breeze
suck on her t-ttes to tease
put it on my hand and i squeeze
d-ck hard in my jeans
p-ssy smelling like febreze (ayy)
crib got two floors and my room got two doors
whippin in the new porshe
whippin in the new porshe
eat that p-ssy two course (ayy)
whats the deal thats my flow you trying to steal
pasta gang is the feel we dont k!ll until we real
we mopping that blood that spill
that cat smelling like some crill
got a million dollar bill
pop the glock and we k!ll
pasta gang we in it still

[verse 2] [choo tainz]
make way for the choo tainz
mizz, riga and suffey
fetta hard on the beat
like jay gillies on me-kay-ala
i look back on my spending
and see minimal loose change
but i look at my weeks income
to realised i made 3k
im a baller b-tch
nicknamed rick a big d-ck crip
need them b-tches thick
f-ck em till they sick
ride her landing strip
stripping down on her pole like a six year old who had been playing on the park… swing
my home the north pole i bring joy to the kids and hoop on their mums like im yao … ming

[verse 3] [su filendue]
i can make do with the bag dripping my sack
hook on your b-tch while smoking the crack
su fliendue going in on the track
pre-mature p-ssy that sh-t be so wack
whip out my nose and sniff on her crack
pull out my d-ck and i bust on her back
if you keep lacking you catching a clack?
shoutout to jay cause he has got a big sack
i hit your block with a hot glock
i shoot you out your f-cking socks
why the f-ck is you acting up
ill make your b-tch -ss gang f-cking flop
my boy janitor with the f-cking mop
pull up in that beem i get that slop top
b-tch im a baller yeah im f-cking hot
big d-ck 1 litre c-m shot
now all these real f-cking p-ssys in my hood gone
now snitching -ss b-tches acting up
ill shoot your b-tch -ss up
and the janitor he will mop the blood
tornado on the b-tch and she squirt it up
she sniff on my toes and my d-ck go up
ay pasta gang gon blow up

[verse 4] [fettucini]
ye talking economy
rich i got to be
im playing monopoly
i feel like i won me a lottery
in my new lambo
feeling like rambo
got me a
seven figure
pull the trigger
shouts out to jay thats word to my word to my n-gg-
see what i be making on my payday
holding up my n-gg- jay
hold him up everyday
i just see him in pain
making me go insane
giving me a migraine
giving me a migraine

[verse 5] [mezzani]
i got raf on my laces
i got diamonds on my bracelets
i got bad b-tches in my crib
praying for their faces
i got gold on my wrist
i got silver on my fist
i got diamonds on my neck and they call it neck p-ss
i got swag and you know it
i got bands in my pocket
i got swag and you know it
i got bands in my pocket
i got swag and you know it
i got bands in my pocket
pasta gang the best .. ye b-tch you know it

- pata gvng lyrics

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