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sadtrojan - ravioli lyrics

ravioli lyrics
[bridge]
tell that lil’ b+tch that i love her
but no we not meant for eachother, uh
i don’t wanna be your lover, uh
you gotta find you another

[verse 1]
i’m the type person to burp and i won’t say excuse me
when i was little she gave me them cooties
now i grew up and she gave me that booty
now we got paper, we countin’ that loose leaf

[chorus]
uh, i’m not lonely, uh
’cause most of you b+tches is phony, uh
ravioli, ravioli, uh
all of my jeans they be holey

[verse 2]
ice on my wrist when i hop out the whip
with my asian lil’ b+tch and shе pull out the stick
better run or gеt hit ’cause we handlin’ business
all of you b+tches be b+tches
iron on my waist, i’m like “who is you kiddin’?”, uh
she a lil’ thot with them pitches
ride around town, i’m not leavin’ no witness
she tell me “come over”, no, i won’t visit
(what, what what what?) yuh
i got you right in my reticle
she want the d because she alphabetical
we in the booth, gettin’ head at the festival
took her to work, hit her right in the cubical
i had to tell her that she is a beautiful b+tch
i shoot my shot and i ball, no assist
hop in the foreign, my lane, it go switch
[chorus]
uh, i’m not lonely, uh
’cause most of you b+tches is phony, uh
ravioli, ravioli, uh
all of my jeans they be holey

[bridge]
tell that lil’ b+tch that i love her
but no we not meant for eachother, uh
i don’t wanna be your lover, uh
you gotta find you another

[verse 3]
i’m so dishonest
shout out to jake’s shawty, she really want it
i just be countin’ my blue like it’s sonic
got all these racks, they can’t fit in my pocket, huh
we takin’ off like a rocket, huh
all of these b+tches be flockin’, huh
and they say i’m the plug like a socket
you shoot your shot with that girl but i blocked it, huh, aye
got a lil’ baddie, she came out of italy
she tryna date me but she don’t mean sh+t to me
feelin’ like drake ’cause i got lots of enemies
they just want clout, so they cannot be friends with me
when i get it and flip it, right on my wrist is a fitbit
i made her wait with no tippin’, what’s in my cup that i’m sippin’
i’m pullin’ strings like i’m fishin’, i’m tryna deal with the distance
she tryna kiss, i go missin’, i just be ballin’ like pistons, aye (yuh)
[chorus]
uh, i’m not lonely, uh
’cause most of you b+tches is phony, uh
ravioli, ravioli, uh
all of my jeans they be holey

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