Beyoncé SPAGHETTII Lyrics (feat. Beyoncé, Linda Martell & Shaboozey)
Genres are a funny little concept, aren’t they? Yes, they are
That Beyoncé Virgo shit
In theory, they have a simple definition that’s easy to understand
But in practice, well, some may feel confined
I swear ‘fore God it’s ’bout to hit
I ain’t in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang
At the snap of my fingers, I’m Thanos
And I’m still on yo’ head, corn rows
They call me the captain, the cat walk assassin
When they know it’s slappin’, then here come the yappin’
All of this snitchin’ and all of this bitchin’
Just a fishing expedition, dumb admission
In the kitchen cookin’ up them chickens
Extra leg but I ain’t even tryin’ to kick it
Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty
All the same to me, plain Jane spaghetti
No sauce, no sauce, uh
Too soft, too soft, uh
They salty, they shootin’ like Curry
One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova
Thought it was sweet when they was walkin’
In the back door of the kitchen
Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission
Tryin’ to turn me to the opposition
I’m appalled by the proposition
We all been played by the plagiaristic
Ain’t gon’ give no clout addiction my attention
I ain’t no regular sanger
Now come get er’ythang you came for
I ain’t in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang (They still love your flame, ain’t no game or I’ll pierce your heart)
I ain’t in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
Come get everything you came for
Aye, howl to the moon, howl to the moon (Howl to the moon)
Outlaws with me, they gonna shoot
Keep the code, break the rules (Break the rules)
And we gonna ride for every member that we lose
Someone here brought fire, ain’t no telling who
Play it cool, know the law man watchin’ me every time I move
Bounty on my head, can’t go west, they on my shoes
No matter what the charges is, we ain’t gon’ tell the truth