Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Like im betty whipping crockers in my crock pot
I had the black and yellow like im hot shot
I really hit the belly now he shot snot
I left the lyrics Onna street the block hot
Do it for my hood, but my hood not a hood
My hood kinda good aint gon lie wish I could but its all good in my hood
Wait uh call it zone
Niggas getting robbed when they not home, but we always home so dont try me
I shoot like im Brodie where's Wiley
Bro whipping pots baking onna Miley
He asked me I say k try me me
I need the k he say why Osiris
You need the AR G no pirate
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethi hol wait that aint here yet
He running for me aint ignite the fear yet
Im closer to edge can you feel that
If you so close to the edge why you aint get sphered yet.
I shot the shot like Im pulling Onna kill switch
Pulled out the broom im sweeping like the big witch
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Scoobydrew - Fetti Lyrics
Scoobydrew - Fetti Lyrics
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Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Like im betty whipping crockers in my crock pot
I had the black and yellow like im hot shot
I really hit the belly now he shot snot
I left the lyrics Onna street the block hot
Do it for my hood, but my hood not a hood
My hood kinda good aint gon lie wish I could but its all good in my hood
Wait uh call it zone
Niggas getting robbed when they not home, but we always home so dont try me
I shoot like im Brodie where's Wiley
Bro whipping pots baking onna Miley
He asked me I say k try me me
I need the k he say why Osiris
You need the AR G no pirate
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethi hol wait that aint here yet
He running for me aint ignite the fear yet
Im closer to edge can you feel that
If you so close to the edge why you aint get sphered yet.
I shot the shot like Im pulling Onna kill switch
Pulled out the broom im sweeping like the big witch
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Like im betty whipping crockers in my crock pot
I had the black and yellow like im hot shot
I really hit the belly now he shot snot
I left the lyrics Onna street the block hot
Do it for my hood, but my hood not a hood
My hood kinda good aint gon lie wish I could but its all good in my hood
Wait uh call it zone
Niggas getting robbed when they not home, but we always home so dont try me
I shoot like im Brodie where's Wiley
Bro whipping pots baking onna Miley
He asked me I say k try me me
I need the k he say why Osiris
You need the AR G no pirate
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethi hol wait that aint here yet
He running for me aint ignite the fear yet
Im closer to edge can you feel that
If you so close to the edge why you aint get sphered yet.
I shot the shot like Im pulling Onna kill switch
Pulled out the broom im sweeping like the big witch
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Dripping the sauce im whipping like spagethhi
Stay inna cold I resemble a yetti
I shot the dagger kris Jenkins confetti
Im at his door like the pizza was ready now tell me who ready
Im steady I whip the convertible like chevy
He say he won he never met me
I wish for Crockers like im Betty
Writer: Tyler Bowens
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