CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Recipe
(what you talking about)
You ain’t ever seen no sh*t like this lil whore, lil b*t*h
It don’t matter if i’m broke or i’m rich im’a still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock c*cked all the way back and i bet don’t miss
This sh*t too easy what you talking about mick
I’m talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah it ain nothin to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
i stood at the trap till its all gone
i got the recipe
i dont need nobody to call on
i had to grind and go get it for me
whatchu talkin bout
hit a couple licks still trap a lil bit but ima keep it on the low low
they say i be doin the most im smokin on dope while i run from the po po
and you aint even seen no sh*t like this i be rockin the divinci wit the polo
and i still got a big bank roll on swol you can go and ask your h*e for the m4
yeah yeah
look at my neck (heh)
f*ck on that b*tch
its the minute man
you can catch me stickin d*ck inna skinny b*tch
run up a set n*gga aint gotta penny pens
off white shirt and my shoes valentino
brand new coupe all white like kilo
hit em wit the choppa make em dance like tito
b*tch too easy i hit it like a free throw
and we done had hard times
spin on the block wit the 40 you dissin the gang a n*gga get hall tied
play wit my n*ggas they all died
sack like *something* im rocking designer yeah all kinds
i walk in the room and im covered in ice if they look at me i leave em all blind
You ain’t ever seen no sh*t like this lil whore, lil b*t*h
It don’t matter if i’m broke or i’m rich im’a still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock c*cked all the way back and i bet don’t miss
This sh*t too easy what you talking about mick
I’m talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah it ain nothin to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
i stood at the trap till its all gone
i got the recipe
i dont need nobody to call on
i had to grind and go get it for me
whatchu talkin bout
hit a couple licks still trap a lil bit but ima keep it on the low low
they say i be doin the most im smokin on dope while i run from the po po
and you aint even seen no sh*t like this i be rockin the divinci wit the polo
and i still got a big bank roll on swol you can go and ask your h*e for the m4
yeah yeah
look at my neck (heh)
f*ck on that b*tch
its the minute man
you can catch me stickin d*ck inna skinny b*tch
run up a set n*gga aint gotta penny pens
off white shirt and my shoes valentino
brand new coupe all white like kilo
hit em wit the choppa make em dance like tito
b*tch too easy i hit it like a free throw
and we done had hard times
spin on the block wit the 40 you dissin the gang a n*gga get hall tied
play wit my n*ggas they all died
sack like *something* im rocking designer yeah all kinds
i walk in the room and im covered in ice if they look at me i leave em all blind
