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Beyonce - Spaghettii Lyrics



Beyonce - Spaghettii Lyrics
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[ Featuring 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 for God is 'bout to hit

Jheeze, oh

Ah, woop-woop

Right (right, right)

Right (right, right), oh



I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang-bang (goddamn)

At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, da-na, da-na

And I'm still on your head, cornrows, da-na, da-na (right)

They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin (come on)

When they know it's slappin' then here come the yappin'

All of the snitchin' and all of this bitchin'

Just a fishin' expedition, dumb ambition in the kitchen

Cookin' up them chickens, extra leg, but I ain't even tryna 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, two, three)

One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova

Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' in the backdoor of the kitchen

Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission

Tried turned me to the opposition, I'm appalled 'bout the proposition

Y'all been played by the plagiaristic

Ain't gon' get no clout addiction, my attention

I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for



I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang (come on)

Conceal, up your flame, ain't no game, I'll pierce your heart

I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Beyoncé, Beyoncé, right here)



(Beyoncé, right there, right there, right on the side there)

(Beyoncé, on your right, please, on your right)

(Beyoncé, on your right) come get everythin' you came for



Ay, howl to the moon (howl to the moon)

Howl to the moon

Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot

Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)

We gon' ride for every member that we lose (yeah)

Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who

Play it cool

Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move (move)

Bounty on my head, can't go rich, they on my shooters

No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
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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 for God is 'bout to hit

Jheeze, oh

Ah, woop-woop

Right (right, right)

Right (right, right), oh



I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang-bang (goddamn)

At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, da-na, da-na

And I'm still on your head, cornrows, da-na, da-na (right)

They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin (come on)

When they know it's slappin' then here come the yappin'

All of the snitchin' and all of this bitchin'

Just a fishin' expedition, dumb ambition in the kitchen

Cookin' up them chickens, extra leg, but I ain't even tryna 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, two, three)

One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova

Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' in the backdoor of the kitchen

Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission

Tried turned me to the opposition, I'm appalled 'bout the proposition

Y'all been played by the plagiaristic

Ain't gon' get no clout addiction, my attention

I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for



I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang (come on)

Conceal, up your flame, ain't no game, I'll pierce your heart

I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Beyoncé, Beyoncé, right here)



(Beyoncé, right there, right there, right on the side there)

(Beyoncé, on your right, please, on your right)

(Beyoncé, on your right) come get everythin' you came for



Ay, howl to the moon (howl to the moon)

Howl to the moon

Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot

Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)

We gon' ride for every member that we lose (yeah)

Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who

Play it cool

Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move (move)

Bounty on my head, can't go rich, they on my shooters

No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Beyonce
Featuring: Linda Martell, Shaboozey
From Album: Cowboy Carter
Written by: Beyonce Knowles
Year: 2024

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