كلمات The Recipe

intro

yea yea, yea yea , yea yea
all of these bitches keep texting me, all of these bitches keep texting me, on my phone

Chorus

All of these bitches keep texting me saying they want to get next me
know that ya boy got the sauce bitch I invented the recipe
hit em once no call bacc thats no cap just all facts
Give a fuck how you feel ima always keep it real

Verse 1

Tell me how does it feel when you lie for the thrill
Said you won’t but you will shorty blowing up my phone had to put her on chill
Baby you know the deal this ain’t even that real
Why you all in your feelings you already knew the cost now it’s time to pay the bill, yea yea
Rick flair with the drip got them freaking on the tour bus
V-12 with doors up Neman Marquise for the mall run
I ain’t really with the clingy shit you acting funny on that shiggy shit
Can’t see myself with just one woman I’m too young and it’s plenty fish
Said I was the one that night we was drunk
Me falling in love what are you dumb
We went to to the Telly right after the club
can’t be ya man you cheating on him that shit is a dub

Chorus

All of these bitches keep texting me saying they want to get next me
know that ya boy got the sauce bitch I invented the recipe
hit em once no call bacc thats no cap just all facts
Give a fuck how you feel ima always keep it real

Verse 2

Outta pocket had to hit her with the curve
Tell em duces if they gettin on my nerves
Bitch you bugging we just fucking that’s my word
Said i ain’t shit well you wouldn’t be the first
don’t put my heart in this shit just play ya part in this shit
Talking crazy cause you read the comments don’t start this arguing shit
Quicc to hold a grudge you should let it go why you always harboring shit
Got to attached and you knew the rules ‘fore we even started this shit
Ya friend hit my phone said I can hit it on the side
You mad yea i smashed Why should I apologize
In a daze from the pipe she don’t stay for the night
Never let them get comfortable outta mind out of sight