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rigatoni pasta - whatupnolan & since99 lyrics

[intro]
what up nolan!
b*tch you thirsty, take a sip

[verse 1: since99]
rigatoni pasta i just put it in my stomach
they say they got a pint of quagen for me, told em “run it”
we got tropical sunkist, vernors and foreign sprite
the only time that she want me to slide through, at night
at the strip club, boutta get the wings honey garlic
why the f*ck do the bad b*tches gotta be the farthest?
he just tried to go and count the game, ’til somebody [?]
i be spottin’ up in the corner and shooting, moe harkless
the pack touched down, so i’m bout to hit a celebration
i might f*ck around and hit a karen, i’m tired of waiting
brodie bout to go and pay for p*ssy, hе’s tired of dating
ex b*tch saw me out in public, i had to evadе her
in some vetement jeans, everything that i shop the latest
if you callin’ me a all time player, your not the greatest
got a big ol’ bag, for the ones that watched and waited
the fans in the comments, that be saying i’m underrated
unc came through, and got the cherry gelato
get a triple 7 tatted, ’cause i’m really the lotto
your whole crew straight green, like an avocado
refer to me as king 99 b*tch i’m the coronado
f*ck it, get another bottle revvin’ up the f*ckin’ throttle
grow up outta [?] ’cause he doesn’t wanna f*ckin’ squabble
ran around and went and caught a play i feel like jaylen waddle
[verse 2: $weet*t]
i’ll touch you with the can, don’t get me two’d
better yet ill put this b*tch down, and f*ckin’ beat you
big body lames in the pay like i’m beef stew
don’t press your luck, you might get a preview
and when i say “might”, i mean “i guarantee you”
you wanna be me i don’t even wanna see you
pack super strong, i’m smoking on that p.u
said your up ten but i don’t even believe you
man why the f*ck do they always gotta fib?
if i didn’t have a knot, then i wouldn’t leave the crib
bald heads in the mag, look like freddie gibbs
went to slide on my opp, but the chop got a [?]
you know i love straps i ain’t hangin’ out with lib’s
at ocean prime with the gang, eating lobster with the bib
bought a cream pop, and now it look like mr. pibb
i heard your girl give supreme top just know i got dibs
if you wanna feud, just know i ain’t that dude
big stick in the glock, you can see it protrude
i’ll do a b*tch lewd, but i swear i ain’t rude
you think your girls crude but she just sent me nudes
when these hoes see me brood, they say its a mood
you think i don’t got play? my next ones already queued

[verse 3: $weet*t]
boy your ass, you should’ve never debuted
every time you rock a show your ass be getting booed
you think you get a clue, you barely got views
when you step to the stage, i bet the whole crowd snooze
when we step to the stage, i bet the whole crowd cheers
99 overall, with the rookie of the year
i get inside a b*tch’s ears, then her cookie and her rear
couldn’t get near my tier i like to keep it a gear
couldn’t get the ups on me, i keep mine reach
keep a chop built like slater, ’cause unc built like screech
just left the plugs crib, got me feeling like meech
left with 10 pounds of sand like i just hit the beach
call me james, my girl got a giant peach
tryna slide down on $weet? you should go drink some bleach
got pistols and rifles, and i brought one of each
i don’t even rap, at this point i preach

- whatupnolan since99 lyrics

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