Lyrics Formula to Life - Raz Simone

Formula to Life

Most bad bitches are crazy
Most ugly girls are ladies
So don’t judge a book by its cover
Especially my brother if you’re trying to choose a lover
Lead the weapon that woman stay strapped any glover
Don’t put nothing best no pitch a bitch nigga
Should be hitting your bro want allow, why you share covers
And let me guess you may scream, look that night with no lover
Don’t let a bitch wait where you lay if you don’t trust her
You might not wake up life on your buzzer
They use the lie if they look away if they study
It’s your piece of me, don’t forget to eat and cut her
Weep it up, weep it up, weep it up nice
Weep it like cream, mixing like ice
Cups up, I got the formula to life
Drinks up, I got the formula to life
Weep it up, weep it up, weep it up nice
Weeping like cream, mixing like ice
Cups up, I got the formula to life
Drinks up, I got the formula to life
Most bitches they say they classic, it’s really nasty
The most niggas they say they get, it’s really ashy
The niggas is fit it, you can see where all their cash be
Rocking the new but there ain’t no kind of earthily
No tour but they on the back of the bus
Like this was increasing rights and they was black on the
If I’m a riding looking like a crack of the bus
And most of the niggas that hate, are really asking for love
So I give all of my haters a couple debts and some hugs
Have to treat em like a bitch cause they been acting like some
The most bitch ass niggas is the ones who blessing their guns
So I have some bitch ass moments but for now I’m done
The one, numero uno, the sun
I’m shining on niggas I’m blinded force niggas
I’m riding on niggas like this tiles on niggas
Free these monkey bananas clips while I evolve nigga
Lies don’t believe the truth, most to accuse of the ones
Who were deceiving you
Before I ever tell a lie, I’d rather be a mute
Is the gater a hater stove so soft just to be amused
And they they wanna hide, nigga I don’t need a news
Nigga is real loud here, nigga you ain’t seen the news
And bitch can’t get it to, bitch who ever seen my rules
Is not a game just because you see balls sticks in the cube
If it wasn’t to be chest, now checkers bitch get it cool
Choose a different move, why you bring them bitches through
These bitches getting niggas bust up, they stick and move
My mama told me always watch the women you choose
They get it kick out and getting to niggas and to a fuel
They even rap about the low key in the interview
The one man’s in jail, the other one is in the tumb
The third man’s in the room, which man’s in a
Sorry to break it to you that’s not your bitch
And girl belongs to world, that’s the urbs bitch
Why is you messy a bitch, you’re my nigga she’s a serpin
I stay with that black umbrella, why you’re dressed?
To reach your own, you’re a different person
I keep it 100, you’re a different percent
And please excuse my use of the word bitch
But some like a natural first simp