Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dat Recipe (feat. Future & Young Dolph), artist - Drumma Boy. Album song Welcome to My City Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Drum Squad
Song language: English
Dat Recipe (feat. Future & Young Dolph) |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I cook me one I cook up a half a key |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I buy a car I trick it out with the fee |
You should’ve left me inna blind |
You should’ve left me Ray Charles |
You shouldn’t’ve never let me get on the track with the Drum Squad |
You shouldn’t’ve never let me hit the sack, I’m fucking your broad |
You shouldn’t’ve never let me hit the studio with the bar |
You shouldn’t’ve never let me do it, you know I grind hard |
You shouldn’t’ve never let me whip it, turn myself to a star |
You shouldn’t’ve never let me struggle, You should never did it |
You shouldn’t’ve never ever show me how to remix the fishes |
You should’ve never fucked me over, no you should’ve never done it |
I’mma send them Puerto Ricans through your way and show you who run it |
You shouldn’t’ve never let my buy the Benz and get it fully loaded |
You shouldn’t’ve never let my dig a whole and then let me owe it |
I’mma forge out my wrist |
I’mma ice out my chain |
After I leave the dealership I’mma go see Johnny Dang |
I might just whip me a kilo |
Then go flex mi amigo |
I’mma wrap a whole bail up like a taco burrito |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I cook me one I cook up a half a key |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I buy a car I trick it out with the fee |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Cause when I made a mil' I made another one instantly |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
I got foreign bitches on my line and bitches right next to me |
Send a gift to my Gods, for blessing my recipe |
Turn that soft to that hard, like addict to Penelope |
I’mma king of this game, overruling the mini-me |
Can show you the recipe, still can’t produce the melody |
A magical mentally turn 3 minutes to 30g |
The work of Achilles, breakdown the sound of the synergy |
My prago so yayo like I went down to South Italy |
I rally through ATL, then shoot it through Tennessee |
I cook it myself, no middleman or the in-between |
I fall from a strange river and stroke through the industry |
Im so turnt up, can’t comprehend what they tellin' me |
You once was a pro but now don’t need what you sellin' me |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I cook me one I cook up a half a key |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I buy a car I trick it out with the fee |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Cause when I made a mil I made another one instantly |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
I got foreign bitches on my line and bitches right next to me |
I got a house full of Jacksons like my name Tito |
Threw more balls than Tebow, caught more balls than T. O |
Word on the street that boy Dolph got that recipe |
That’s why jump flights and greet my plug frequently |
2 hoes on my iPhone say they wanna come go to sleep with me |
I saw my first hundred thou' and it did something to me mentally |
Smokes that come from Compton, my sneakers come from Italy |
I’m that same nigga from Castalia remember me? |
Shouldn’t’ve shown me the game cause now it ain’t no looking back |
I’m in the last spin lap |
My boy Drumma he cooking crack |
Spent a quarter thing of sacks |
Cop a drop and park it in the hood and make that right back |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I cook me one I cook up a half a key |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Now every time I buy a car I trick it out with the fee |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
Cause when I made a mil I made another one instantly |
You shouldn’t’ve shown me dat recipe |
I got foreign bitches on my line and bitches right next to me |