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Pasta Video (MV)




Performed By: DiceMoney
Length: 1:58
Written by: DiceMoney, Sean Johnson




DiceMoney - Pasta Lyrics




He told me that weapons would form (But)
He told me that they wouldnt prosper (Nah)
These niggas is actors
Get em a camera, Better yet get em an Oscar (Here)
These niggas try touching mine
Ima gun em down gotta get em a doctor (Yea)
That 40 will do ya
Hit ya noodle knock the red sauce
Out of your pasta (Sauce)

I told em that nothing would change (Why)
I been having money before (Yea)
And I probably got less time to be chilling (Why)
Cause i b on the road
And i get it wherever i go
Im Smoking weed like it come from the store (It do)
Got a pack from Colorado
But the pack from California cost me a lil more than that (Yea awww)
This aint regular shit I need more than that
I could throw it to you im a quarterback (Woooh)
Gotta get in my zone
When you hit up my phone
Gotta talk in a code when you order that (What)
I Cant go outside I gotta wait for the mail
Cuz he told me he sending the pack in (He did)
I aint even trying to f*ck on your BM
Im tryna do a show and get me a back-end
I been smoking cookie and relaxing (Yea)
Diamonds dancing on me Michael Jackson (Wooh)
I aint touching no kids
But ill beat a lil nigga ass if he thinking bout jacking (Come here)
Its all fun and games
Til they go in the house and they look up and see me on TV (Nah)
Now they gotta go to California get a chain just cuz the tryna be me (Aagh)
Big dog they the peewees (Yea)
Scary i give em the beegees (Wooh)
Plug stamped
He been serving niggas since lil weezy was running wit BG (Ugh)
Water on me like its fiji (Yea)
And dont be mad at me you better watch your BM
Yea i heard she was a freak freak (I heard)
Bout to get her tickets
Come and see me (Yea)
I put on a hell of a show (I do)
And she got a hell of a throat (She do)
And the pack touchdown from california
Told him that was a hell of a throw (Who threw it)
I get it in and out the door
When i break em in half or sell em in whole (Yea)
Mr. Get it in and get it gone
He wanted a half I sent him a zone

He told me that weapons would form (but)
He told me that they wouldnt prosper (Nah)
These niggas is actors
Get em a camera
Better yet get em an Oscar (Here)
These niggas try touching mine
Ima gun em down gotta get em a doctor (Yea)
That 40 will do ya
Hit ya noodle knock the red sauce
Out of your pasta (Sauce)
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He told me that weapons would form (But)
He told me that they wouldnt prosper (Nah)
These niggas is actors
Get em a camera, Better yet get em an Oscar (Here)
These niggas try touching mine
Ima gun em down gotta get em a doctor (Yea)
That 40 will do ya
Hit ya noodle knock the red sauce
Out of your pasta (Sauce)

I told em that nothing would change (Why)
I been having money before (Yea)
And I probably got less time to be chilling (Why)
Cause i b on the road
And i get it wherever i go
Im Smoking weed like it come from the store (It do)
Got a pack from Colorado
But the pack from California cost me a lil more than that (Yea awww)
This aint regular shit I need more than that
I could throw it to you im a quarterback (Woooh)
Gotta get in my zone
When you hit up my phone
Gotta talk in a code when you order that (What)
I Cant go outside I gotta wait for the mail
Cuz he told me he sending the pack in (He did)
I aint even trying to f*ck on your BM
Im tryna do a show and get me a back-end
I been smoking cookie and relaxing (Yea)
Diamonds dancing on me Michael Jackson (Wooh)
I aint touching no kids
But ill beat a lil nigga ass if he thinking bout jacking (Come here)
Its all fun and games
Til they go in the house and they look up and see me on TV (Nah)
Now they gotta go to California get a chain just cuz the tryna be me (Aagh)
Big dog they the peewees (Yea)
Scary i give em the beegees (Wooh)
Plug stamped
He been serving niggas since lil weezy was running wit BG (Ugh)
Water on me like its fiji (Yea)
And dont be mad at me you better watch your BM
Yea i heard she was a freak freak (I heard)
Bout to get her tickets
Come and see me (Yea)
I put on a hell of a show (I do)
And she got a hell of a throat (She do)
And the pack touchdown from california
Told him that was a hell of a throw (Who threw it)
I get it in and out the door
When i break em in half or sell em in whole (Yea)
Mr. Get it in and get it gone
He wanted a half I sent him a zone

He told me that weapons would form (but)
He told me that they wouldnt prosper (Nah)
These niggas is actors
Get em a camera
Better yet get em an Oscar (Here)
These niggas try touching mine
Ima gun em down gotta get em a doctor (Yea)
That 40 will do ya
Hit ya noodle knock the red sauce
Out of your pasta (Sauce)
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Writer: DiceMoney, Sean Johnson
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