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recipe - big homiie g lyrics

[intro]
woah (no cap)
(drop that sh*t, t*head)
woah

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ frostbite from this ap (ooh)
seems like n*ggas only get around to steal the recipe (f*ckin’ come around me)
i was fly when i was born, get too high, i start snorin’ (i been fly)
had to put the b*tch on block, she wonder why her head was bornin’ (her head was borin’, ho)
ooh (ooh), i can’t fake it, she can’t take me (take me)
i ain’t seen her since i burnt her head, i know she hate me (she hate me)
no caller id, she call (brrt), i don’t pick that up at all (uh*uh)
tryna match my energy with yours (yours), now we don’t vibe at all (don’t vibe at all)

[verse 1]
she callin’ my phone (brrt), i’m with my b*tch, man, this ho need to quit (d*mn)
n*ggas throwin’ fits, actin’ like b*tches, man, these n*ggas sick (woah)
you callin’ him big bruh (bruh), he got stacks of ice up on his wrist (what?)
really, you just suckin’ d*ck, mama shoulda had a b*tch
i can hit that drac’ with one hand (baow, baow) and turn your lil’ man to a ghost, man
you ain’t gon’ do sh*t but make a post, you should’ve been a postman
ain’t never seen me, sold some dope ’cause you ain’t never bought a ‘bow
and you ain’t never k!lled for real (nuh*uh), you lyin’ about this sh*t you live (yeah, you lyin’)
i see it in your eyes, you ain’t gon’ squeeze, boy, you shaky (you scared)
i pop percs like a patient (woah), open locker with my haitian (my fiend)
my b*tch, she bad as f*ck, so i can’t put up with no basics
promoter wanna book a show, i told him pay me in all own faces n*gga (in all faces, n*gga)
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ frostbite from this ap (ooh)
seems like n*ggas only get around to steal the recipe (f*ckin’ come around me)
i was fly when i was born, get too high, i start snorin’ (i been fly)
had to put the b*tch on block, she wonder why her head was bornin’ (her head was borin’, ho)
ooh (ooh), i can’t fake it, she can’t take me (take me)
i ain’t seen her since i burnt her head, i know she hate me (she hate me)
no caller id, she call (brrt), i don’t pick that up at all
tryna match my energy with yours, now we don’t vibe at all (don’t vibe at all)

[verse 2]
i don’t be on scenes at all, they know that they gotta pay me for it
full of percs and drank, ain’t tryna drive, sh*t had me paranoid
plus i got this .223 and my lil’ cousin blowin’ zips
smokin’ zaza, d*mn near burnt his lip, smoked that ‘wood to the tip (ooh)
i don’t need no love from no man, all i need is shows and more bands
she a freak, she like, “watch this, g” (g), ate this d*ck with no hands
full of wock’, that drank be callin’, she in love, i’m barely callin’
n*ggas cappin’ like they really gamblin’, knowin’ they barely ballin’ (barley ballin’)
i can’t fake it if i tried, that’s my only problem (my only problem)
n*ggas fake like they gon’ ride, knowin’ they don’t want no involvement (want no involvement)
hit this carbon (brrt) and watch they get to dodgin’, turn ’em to some targets
f*ck what n*ggas talkin’ ’bout, i don’t wanna talk it out (ayy, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout)

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ frostbite from this ap (ooh)
seems like n*ggas only get around to steal the recipe (f*ckin’ come around me)
i was fly when i was born, get too high, i start snorin’ (i been fly)
had to put the b*tch on block, she wonder why her head was bornin’ (her head was borin’, ho)
ooh (ooh), i can’t fake it, she can’t take me (take me)
i ain’t seen her since i burnt her head, i know she hate me (she hate me)
no caller id, she call (brrt), i don’t pick that up at all (nuh*uh)
tryna match my energy with yours, now we don’t vibe at all (don’t vibe at all)

- big homiie g lyrics

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