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black cobain – the recipe lyrics

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[verse 1]
bout to set my watch back can’t wait till the wheels down lax
good tree that’s no more stress route 101 going 101
somebody take me past long beach
jet lag from that long flight
i’m on east cost time i might fall asleep earlier than usual
trust no b-tch what i usually do excuse my boo i am a n-gga wit a att-tude
r.i.p. eazy e, easily i deceased the beat where i reside
i get a whole lotta hate but i think they love a n-gga secretly
backwoods i’m like roll em, red dice i’m like roll em
dese n-ggas can’t hold back, i’m da sh-t somebody tell collin
the parallel is since it’s all about politics
and i’m the sh-t ima be the first to acknowledge it
i’m from the common wealth where wealth ain’t really to common
you can get a basquiat through ryhming, in the rough it a diamond
i’m in great shape run circles round rap n-ggas
husein bolt on the track n-gga, lap n-ggas gotta run it back n-ggas
and if we ain’t running rap then we running rap n-ggas ask n-ggas
i am that n-gga lotta tree, mad liquor, 2 bad b-tches
r.i.p. jon ritter, three’s company
kush in the swisher, low key no proof when i’m wit her
no truth on her twitter, we might hang no nouse on a n-gga
henny straight blowing k!lla r.i.p. j dilla god bless you all
j dilla, eazy ritter, lotta n-gga like say what they would’ve, should’ve, could’ve
but they ain’t doing sh-t did is hop hop and i’m tip top malibu b-tch
tank top and some flips
smoking weed out a lemon they like what’s that
i don’t know but the sh-ts hot huh
olay i guess, jordan 9’s the cool grey i guess, these rap n-ggas ok i guess
i don’t need y’all to tell me i’m fresh
cognac in my cup and my cup full
and i like her, and i like you and i’m just doing what them real n-ggas do
glad i’m not you oh
more kicks then ryu, oh till i p-ss right by you
oh pretty chick i’m might try you
ohh hit her doggy style while i’m bumpin snoop
ima rap g*nius, tom know, you ask even
we ball all year, y’all n-gga tax season
and past preaching i practice now
and we past speaking, she just pull em down haha
look what i just chefed up and you know i’m nexted up
it’s my recipe and i’m flexed up
still a rude boy wit my fresh cut



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