| Formula
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| Formula
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| Yeah yeah, yeah
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| Aight'
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| They know how it goes
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| Stay down, ten toes
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| Whip it up, on a stove
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| See the fake, louder though
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| Formula
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| Someone better call the coroner
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| Young killer, just warnin' ya
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| Come and play little warriors
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| Formula
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| Someone better call the coroner
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| Young killer, just warnin' ya
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| Come and play little warriors
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| Ayy, formula
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| Someone better call the coroner
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| Young killer, just warnin' ya
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| Come and play little warriors
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| Yeah, formula
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| Someone better call the coroner
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| Young killer, just warnin' ya
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| Come and play little warriors
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| Ayy, ayy, like that formula
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| Whip your order up
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| Let me see them hands in the sky, sky
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| They throw shade like a high-five (Throw it)
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| They want beef, this ain’t Five Guys
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| First I’m whippin' it
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| Then they sippin' it
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| You be talking 'bout it, talk
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| I be living it
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| Gotta mix it, mix it
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| Time be ticking, ticking
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| Got the green and blue, I said «Shawty which one you picking?» |