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max dope – the recipe lyrics

(verse 1)
yea, plenty paper h-lla haters, yo’ b-tch treat me like a respirator
i got the sauce, yea h-lla flavors, take her home dig her out like a excavator
tell your friend to tell your b-tch to tell your neighbor to tell a hater i’m h-lla favored
i get me a sweet and i separate it, add the tree it got my mind on elevator (high)
maximus dope i’m that n-gg- i said, you hatin’ but why don’t you get you some bread?
never lookin back that vision is dead, never lookin back we looking ahead ooh (nlb)
that’s the collective, get me a beat and i eat it for breakfast, (yaa) n-gg- my throwaways k!llin’ yo best sh-t, haters don’t like it but gotta respect it

(chorus)
smoke a zip up out the whip, rolled up a elle so fat i thought it had a belly, ain’t even lit but you smell me, b-mpin my latest sh-t there ain’t sh-t that you can tell me, ooh
i just go deaf on these n-gg-s, (deaf) i get the best of these n-gg-s (the best)
ain’t nothin like the rest of these n-gg-s, (the rest) i can’t give you the recipe n-gg-
smoke a zip up out the whip, rolled up a elle so fat i thought it had a belly , ain’t even lit but you smell me, b-mpin my latest sh-t there ain’t sh-t that you can tell me, ooh
i just go deaf on these n-gg-s, (deaf) i get the best of these n-gg-s (the best)
ain’t nothin like the rest of these n-gg-s, (naw) i can’t give you the recipe n-gg-

(verse 2)
59/50 you n-gg-s be cappin’, sayin that sh-t that we know it ain’t happen, all my sh-t go like a hat that ain’t fitted a n-gg- be snappin’
lights and cameras n-gg- bout that action, (yea) n-gg-s can’t f-ck with my faction, last n-gg- tried ended up in a casket, (bow) i got the sauce i don’t p-ss it, that be that sh-t that you lackin’ woo
n-gg-s can’t f-ck with the squad, i leave em’ in awe, the booth and me is like 2 peas in a pod, any n-gg- come between that i’ll set up a meeting with god, yea
you’ll be meeting your maker, name my blunt anita cuz i baker (gas)
sh-t that i’m smokin it look like a laker, (woo) i could f-ck around and smoke a acre (yea)

(chorus)

smoke a zip up out the whip, rolled up a elle so fat i thought it had a belly , ain’t even lit but you smell me, b-mpin my latest sh-t there ain’t sh-t that you can tell me, woo
i just go deaf on these n-gg-s, aye i get the best of these n-gg-s (the best)
ain’t nothin like the rest of these n-gg-s, (naw) i can’t give you the recipe n-gg-

smoke a zip up out the whip, rolled up a elle so fat i thought it had a belly , ain’t even lit but you smell me, b-mpin my latest sh-t there ain’t sh-t that you can tell me, ooh
i just go deaf on these n-gg-s, (deaf) i get the best of these n-gg-s (the best)
ain’t nothin like the rest of these n-gg-s, (naw) i can’t give you the recipe n-gg- (naw)

- max dope lyrics

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