Pasta

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Pasta

Lyrics

Aye All I see is impostors Niggas postures (is) Al dente Rarely kick it wit out (a) sensei Just brick lay We cut the cornerstone and scrape the Excess Mortar wit a switchblade Ain't no pretty glass houses this way Y'all got the thrift thang All this second hand smoke I'll pass Perpetually bitch made Watch his second hand coast no dap Niggas could me wit the swiss cheese Gotta fill in those gaps Don't wanna see ceilings Told niggas no cap Don't want any fillings I told the dentist no cap No strap but he just as lethal Desert eagle through the sands of time No feathers feeble I weathered storms and did the pantomime I rarely speak em The power palpable Hands talcum powdered when you greet him We move discreetly it would seem that niggas barely take steps You just don't know I'm way more lowkey Meet me on the base clef I can't stress You niggas prey about it I'm the apex I told niggas befo I'll do a web of lies like Willem Defoe Gotta look em him in his eyes if u really wanna know These niggas shapeshift They make scenes They like to act this shit don't make sense Playwrights these muthafuckas is on stages I'm on the 50 Got a heisman trophy wit me Stiff arm in my dickes Rubber boots this shit get slippery Im in no Bottega A noble savage I don't want no betas in my in circle Omega psi I got a couple dogs that's purple You'll never know who wit me Shit too thick on this side All the growth been inside I toss and a roach and let the tints rise I'm in my bitch ride She whip that shit like it's a big wheel I'm good wit this vibe I told niggas before I'll do a web of lies

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