| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe, I’m so saucy
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| I be saucin' on these bitches, I’m so smooth
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| Oh, I got so much rythm
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| I’m so saucy
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
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| They still tryna figure out, put 'em in a coffin
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| They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
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| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
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| They still tryna feel it, I put 'em in a coffin
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| They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
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| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
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| My tongue be so powerful I’m killing y’all with words
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| But my gun be still on me while I’m laying down a verse
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| Don’t know if I love the mansion, no, I’d rather be on the curb
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| Everybody keep bitin' me, gettin' on my nerves
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| They love my flavor, it’s delicioso
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| I hope you love me even though you barely see me no mo'
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| I don’t need need you beggin' me and eatin' my dough
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| So if you text me and I don’t reply I’m probably leaving my show
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| I don’t drink no lean, ain’t sippin' codeine no mo'
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| Nowadays I just be mixing coffee with the cocoa
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| Aye, you can’t drop my style, got a whole 'nother flow (What)
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| Swimming in the money, I just row, row, your boat
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
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| They still tryna figure out, put 'em in a coffin
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| They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
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| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
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| They still tryna feel it, I put 'em in a coffin
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| They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
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| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
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| You’re swimming in the money, I’m a fisher net
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| Everybody tryna run off with my gingerette
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| Niggas say we cousins, I don’t even be knowing them
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| Yeah, I tried out your sauce, but you got too much sodium
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| Got too much sauce, no Goulash
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| In Pluto smokin' moon rock
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| Red bean on your nose like Rudolph
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| Aye, you should come try my food out
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| I don’t make no love, when I be fucking I don’t even take my shoes off
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| And with that tool I’ma fool, I knock a niggas screws out
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| She wanna have my baby, your lady love my drill
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| Even my diamonds drippin' (Wet)
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| Baby girl, don’t slip
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| Appreciate the fan love and all of the support
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| They always keep me, so next time I just ain’t going to court
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
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| They still tryna figure out, put 'em in a coffin
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| They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
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| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
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| Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
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| They still tryna feel it, I put 'em in a coffin
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| They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
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| Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Recipe , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Project Baby 2: All Grown Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп