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young n fly - the recipe lyrics

[intro]
yea.. 100 100 100..
what? blue hunnits, blue hunnits, blue hunnits (laughs)

[hook]
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me (aye)
had to get that money now u n-gg-s can not flex with me
had to roll that dope up so these b-tches put no stress on me
i just whiped the pot n they be f-ckin’ with the recipe
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me
police pull me over never answer when they question me
they gon’ say he’s winning every time they go n mention me
they gon’ say he’s winning every time they go n mention me

[verse 1]
(ayee) huh? she steady postin’ huh? i’m steady smoking huh?
i’m always posted huh? i’m always rollin’ huh? i’m always on it huh?
whats the notion huh? drive it like its stolen huh? huh? huh? yeah..
they don’t know whats on my mind. shawty don’t you waste my time
i just be flexin’ on purpose, police be making me nervous
these pills they be making me nervous. i skuurt and i know that they heard it

[hook]
had to get that money now u n-gg-s can not flex with me
let her f-ck my b-tch i told her u can’t have no s-x with me
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me
had to get that money now u n-gg-s can not flex with me
had to roll that dope up so these b-tches put no stress on me
i just whiped the pot n they be f-ckin’ with the recipe
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me
police pull me over never answer when they question me
they gon’ say he’s winning every time they go n mention me
they gon’ say he’s winning every time they go n mention me
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me

[verse 2]
wake up in the morning feel like god he keep on blessing me
pull up in a foreign and we riding on our enemies
i be counting money i been working like theres 10 of me
i don’t need no drank cus’ i been sipping on this hennessy

where you at yea.. in the trap yea.. got the strap yea.. in my lap yea
where you at yea.. in the trap yea.. got the strap yea.. in my lap yea
i be trippin yea, where the swishers? yea. where the kitchen? yea
where the dishes? yea. young n-gg- had to get it right.. (thats right)
we ain’t have nothing all our lives.. (yea, yea)

[hook]
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me
had to get that money now u n-gg-s can not flex with me
had to roll that dope up so these b-tches put no stress on me
i just whiped the pot n they be f-ckin’ with the recipe
yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch, yo b-tch keep on texting me
police pull me over never answer when they question me
they gon’ say he’s winning every time they go n mention me
they gon’ say he’s winning every time they go n mention me

- young n fly lyrics

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