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itsbambino - the recipe lyrics

[intro]
“oh my god, its xander.”
“808season, 808season”
“oh my god!”

[chorus]
they want the sauce, want the hints to my recipe
i got the formula, man, they all obsessed with it
i get in the kitchen and i cook this sh+t specially
get in the booth, choose violence, i’m finessing it
they want the sauce, want the hints to my recipe
i got the formula, man, they all obsessed with it
i get in the kitchen and i cook this sh+t specially
get in the booth, choose violence, i’m finеssing it

[verse 1]
i wake up every morning, gеt on the mic and choose violence
yeah, man, i’m burying the beat, give it a moment of silence
change the whole spectrum, my bars be utraviolet
gassed up, i’m showing you the mileage
miles of rage like henry wockstar
bang your crush like a guitar, i’m like a rockstar
they want the sauce, want the hints to my recipe
drop these bars heavily, i’m a rap heavyweight
i’m coming for that cheque, mate, drop your kings, checkmate
n+ggas sour like lemonade, i’mma run it, a renegade
ain’t no duplicate sauce, i’m here to dominate all
watch n+ggas at the top fall, i’m kobe bryant with sh+t, you can’t stop me when i ball
i had nothing, now i want it all
all in all, i’mma brawl, get so high when i fall, til i can’t fall
[chorus]
they want the sauce, want the hints to my recipe
i got the formula, man, they all obsessed with it
i get in the kitchen and i cook this sh+t specially
get in the booth, choose violence, i’m finessing it
they want the sauce, want the hints to my recipe
i got the formula, man, they all obsessed with it
i get in the kitchen and i cook this sh+t specially
get in the booth, choose violence, i’m finessing it

[instrumental interlude]

[verse 2]
man, you know we gon’ run it back
eat the beat like snack, platinum plaque for this track
swimming in circles like mac, i’m ’bout tall up my racks
they ducking like donald, make ’em all quack
my verses be saucy without money badoo
these n+ggas don’t have a clue of what i cook up in the kitchen that make their hoes go “ahh”
i’m ahead of my time, they all be dreading my prime
i’ll be the best of all time, got too much sauce in my rhymes

- itsbambino lyrics

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