Shirt creamy white like alfredo
Would buy something nicer but
I gotta get paid though
Im the green hornet
I'm tryna get pesos
Spyre like red so
He kinda a Kato
Tryna get my chips so
If rappers wanna spit
They wait for my say so
Ill let it rip
If they wanna get hit
They all gonna lay low
They all better lay low
This saxophone got me rappin slow
And I mean every motherf*cking word in
My quotes
My flow is
Arsenic
Fire bars in it
Hard as shit
Like ya bones with your cartilage
Call me
Lil Wayne's kid
And wait for the bass to hit
Your f*cking face bitch
A sadist with crazy cadence
Even with the upmost patience
Nothing changes
Yea I hate this motherf*cking fake shit
John Lennon lenses so
I don't have to see the hate
Imma murder this track and
Still beat the case
Oj dodging shit like olay
Flames like propane
Bang the whole game
Anything dealing with me's
A cold case
You looking kinda jealous that
You gotta give me credit
Cause the lines rock and
You wish that you said it
You aint really love it
You want money from it
Talking all that shit but
You never really run it
Yea I know im phat but its with a P H
And im blowing up faster than a V8
Full course meal you a cheap plate
Rappers sing too much like they t pain
Vans on my feet and im looking like a g
The line in the middle like fettuccine
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Jon Riggs - Fettuccine Alfredo Freestyle Lyrics
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Shirt creamy white like alfredo
Would buy something nicer but
I gotta get paid though
Im the green hornet
I'm tryna get pesos
Spyre like red so
He kinda a Kato
Tryna get my chips so
If rappers wanna spit
They wait for my say so
Ill let it rip
If they wanna get hit
They all gonna lay low
They all better lay low
This saxophone got me rappin slow
And I mean every motherf*cking word in
My quotes
My flow is
Arsenic
Fire bars in it
Hard as shit
Like ya bones with your cartilage
Call me
Lil Wayne's kid
And wait for the bass to hit
Your f*cking face bitch
A sadist with crazy cadence
Even with the upmost patience
Nothing changes
Yea I hate this motherf*cking fake shit
John Lennon lenses so
I don't have to see the hate
Imma murder this track and
Still beat the case
Oj dodging shit like olay
Flames like propane
Bang the whole game
Anything dealing with me's
A cold case
You looking kinda jealous that
You gotta give me credit
Cause the lines rock and
You wish that you said it
You aint really love it
You want money from it
Talking all that shit but
You never really run it
Yea I know im phat but its with a P H
And im blowing up faster than a V8
Full course meal you a cheap plate
Rappers sing too much like they t pain
Vans on my feet and im looking like a g
The line in the middle like fettuccine
Would buy something nicer but
I gotta get paid though
Im the green hornet
I'm tryna get pesos
Spyre like red so
He kinda a Kato
Tryna get my chips so
If rappers wanna spit
They wait for my say so
Ill let it rip
If they wanna get hit
They all gonna lay low
They all better lay low
This saxophone got me rappin slow
And I mean every motherf*cking word in
My quotes
My flow is
Arsenic
Fire bars in it
Hard as shit
Like ya bones with your cartilage
Call me
Lil Wayne's kid
And wait for the bass to hit
Your f*cking face bitch
A sadist with crazy cadence
Even with the upmost patience
Nothing changes
Yea I hate this motherf*cking fake shit
John Lennon lenses so
I don't have to see the hate
Imma murder this track and
Still beat the case
Oj dodging shit like olay
Flames like propane
Bang the whole game
Anything dealing with me's
A cold case
You looking kinda jealous that
You gotta give me credit
Cause the lines rock and
You wish that you said it
You aint really love it
You want money from it
Talking all that shit but
You never really run it
Yea I know im phat but its with a P H
And im blowing up faster than a V8
Full course meal you a cheap plate
Rappers sing too much like they t pain
Vans on my feet and im looking like a g
The line in the middle like fettuccine
Writer: Jonathan Ramos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid