Recipe 2

(álbum: Sorry For The Get Off - 2019)

Damjonboi
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Just count that shit and hurry up, hurry up
Goddamn, you taking all goddamn day
Count that shit fast
Don't play with it, woo

If it came down to it, I'd pick the money over you
I'd pick the drugs over you, I'd pick the plug over you
I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo
I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food
I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon
I done felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds
It's gon' hurt for me to leave, dawg, but I gotta do it
I put them hitters on your neck, boy, just like a noose

I would give this bitch my all, dawg, but bitches be choosing
It's ups and downs in this shit, stack it up just to lose it
Would let you shoot the bag, but I don't like how you move it
I told the bitch just throw it back, yeah, that's how you do it
My slime just brought it back, we slap five to thumb through it
My hitter brazy, he come back and he say that's how you shoot it
When I sip the Hi-Tech, yeah, it keep me booling
I'm tryna dodge the hook while I'm driving on Coolidge
I mean driving on Boolidge
I hit the bitch on Tuesday, I think her name was Ruby
They wanna take these pictures, dawg, my life like a movie
When that stick get to flashing, dawg, that shit not a movie
Boy, you better move it
Got the automatic vert, dawg, I feel like Lil Uzi
She say, "I swear I love your songs, man, I feel like a groupie"
We gon' hustle wintertime, summertime, make a movie

If it came down to it, I'd pick the money over you
I'd pick the drugs over you, I'd pick the plug over you
I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo
I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food
I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon
I done felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds
It's gon' hurt for me to leave, dawg, but I gotta do it
I put them hitters on your neck, boy, just like a noose

Man, I'll crash the whip, dawg, 'fore I spill the juice
I told her move her hands, nah, bitch, let me do it
We was skipping in the halls, you was a excellent student
Dawg, now you the shooter
I just talk what I seen, that's how I speak it so fluent
If you slip on the scene, you catch a fade like Lil Boosie
I'm in the MMG, got his hoes swimming to me
She want me to fly her out, but I need more than just pussy
Man, when it come down to it, it's 'bout the bag, yeah, the pros
Don't trust these bitches, they hoes
Don't let nobody see the load
Don't let nobody here know
That the money in the floor
I got a thirty in the pole
Hottest songs in the city, they ain't booking us for shows
Yeah, it's time for us to go
Yeah, it's time to hit the road
They don't want to let us in
Shit, it's time to kick the door

What's wrong?
Boy