Fredo - Spaghetti lyrics
Fredo [Marvin William Bailey] Mozart Estate, Kilburn London, England 🇬🇧
[Fredo - Spaghetti lyrics]
I'm the queen of Harrow Road
If you don't like it, suck me
And everybody's lucky 'cause Fredo put
Harrow Road on the map
Put it on the map, ain't nobody else
At least since I've been born
Has ever got old Harrow Road
On the map like that, you can watch
No star's ever been from Harrow Road
No, you never feed badders spaghetti
My neck, my wrist, baguetties
The bando's kickin', Jet Li
The chain full of colours, confetti
I'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me
She won't let you fuck, but she'll lеt me
Ask 'round town, I'm Freddy
Cookin' a brick for brekky
It's Freddy, yeah, it's Freddy
A lot of them, man, they ain't ready
All that gold on my neck gettin' heavy
Pull up on her, I bet that she ready
She ready, course
Runnin' it like it's a sport
Smokin' your bro, he's a corpse
You know we're winnin' for sure
Now show me somebody triller
Yeah, she wanna fuck with a winner
Her bum fat, her waist slimmer
After the show, yeah, I have to get in her
Tell me why all of them in here
Why all of them speakin' my business?
Damn, she got a built nigga
But she gonna leave him for litness
She fallin' in love with a sinner
Doggystyle, 'bout to spin her
Tell a broke bitch I won't heal her
Yeah, I'm cut clean like a scissor
The heroin's ugly, minger
Roc Nation, I'm like Jigga
I'ma whip up, take it out the pot
Let the air touch her top like a slipper
Yeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers
Yeah, don't be mad if your
Girl know my lyrics
Yeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid
Yeah, girl, you're drunk in love
You don't know your limit
Fidget, lockin' up coke, feelin' fidget
Life went smooth, it was rigid
VS-1 diamonds, they're vivid, they're vivid
We got a stick for a snitch
It's like Quidditch
Eight ounce on the table
We call that the filet
Can't eat if you gotta deal it
These brothers are liars, ain't actual
My girl look better natural
I made a million, factual
Know certain men hate but it's natural
Got the drop, shootin' that opp
Race car got the boot in the front
You know that I do this for fun
Yeah, I just made a two off of one
Get a brick, let it flip on the flip phone
Little man's on the strip
Mum wants her kid home
Yeah, I got all this drip
I don't slip though
Let us catch you slip, put you in a spliff
Bro you guys ain't done it before
Go 'round and leave someone's
Son on the floor
Junkies wrestle when we come in the door
'Cause Stro brought the smackdown
I'm comin' with raw
You're suspect, my bro like to gossip
Enough said my AP is shattered, it must rest
I can whip it and give it for much less
My cellmate had beef 'bout a bunk bed
We ain't deadin' this beef
They got some dead
Smart uni' girl givin' dumb head
Don't want the watch if it
Don't cost a hundred
Yeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers
Yeah, don't be mad if your
Girl know my lyrics
Yeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid
Yeah, girl, you're drunk in love
You don't know your limit
No, you never feed badders spaghetti
My neck, my wrist, baguetties
The bando's kickin', Jet Li
The chain full of colours, confetti
I'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me
She won't let you fuck, but she'll let me
Ask 'round town, I'm Freddy
Cookin' a brick for brekky
If you don't like it, suck me
And everybody's lucky 'cause Fredo put
Harrow Road on the map
Put it on the map, ain't nobody else
At least since I've been born
Has ever got old Harrow Road
On the map like that, you can watch
No star's ever been from Harrow Road
No, you never feed badders spaghetti
My neck, my wrist, baguetties
The bando's kickin', Jet Li
The chain full of colours, confetti
I'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me
She won't let you fuck, but she'll lеt me
Ask 'round town, I'm Freddy
Cookin' a brick for brekky
It's Freddy, yeah, it's Freddy
A lot of them, man, they ain't ready
All that gold on my neck gettin' heavy
Pull up on her, I bet that she ready
She ready, course
Runnin' it like it's a sport
Smokin' your bro, he's a corpse
You know we're winnin' for sure
Now show me somebody triller
Yeah, she wanna fuck with a winner
Her bum fat, her waist slimmer
After the show, yeah, I have to get in her
Tell me why all of them in here
Why all of them speakin' my business?
Damn, she got a built nigga
But she gonna leave him for litness
She fallin' in love with a sinner
Doggystyle, 'bout to spin her
Tell a broke bitch I won't heal her
Yeah, I'm cut clean like a scissor
The heroin's ugly, minger
Roc Nation, I'm like Jigga
I'ma whip up, take it out the pot
Let the air touch her top like a slipper
Yeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers
Yeah, don't be mad if your
Girl know my lyrics
Yeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid
Yeah, girl, you're drunk in love
You don't know your limit
Fidget, lockin' up coke, feelin' fidget
Life went smooth, it was rigid
VS-1 diamonds, they're vivid, they're vivid
We got a stick for a snitch
It's like Quidditch
Eight ounce on the table
We call that the filet
Can't eat if you gotta deal it
These brothers are liars, ain't actual
My girl look better natural
I made a million, factual
Know certain men hate but it's natural
Got the drop, shootin' that opp
Race car got the boot in the front
You know that I do this for fun
Yeah, I just made a two off of one
Get a brick, let it flip on the flip phone
Little man's on the strip
Mum wants her kid home
Yeah, I got all this drip
I don't slip though
Let us catch you slip, put you in a spliff
Bro you guys ain't done it before
Go 'round and leave someone's
Son on the floor
Junkies wrestle when we come in the door
'Cause Stro brought the smackdown
I'm comin' with raw
You're suspect, my bro like to gossip
Enough said my AP is shattered, it must rest
I can whip it and give it for much less
My cellmate had beef 'bout a bunk bed
We ain't deadin' this beef
They got some dead
Smart uni' girl givin' dumb head
Don't want the watch if it
Don't cost a hundred
Yeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers
Yeah, don't be mad if your
Girl know my lyrics
Yeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid
Yeah, girl, you're drunk in love
You don't know your limit
No, you never feed badders spaghetti
My neck, my wrist, baguetties
The bando's kickin', Jet Li
The chain full of colours, confetti
I'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me
She won't let you fuck, but she'll let me
Ask 'round town, I'm Freddy
Cookin' a brick for brekky