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The Recipe

Camzino

12

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Verse1: Camzino] Every time when I wake up Uh Got bitches on my phone They really want to fuck Got money on my mind Got a chick on my dick So I’m moving kind of sick You aren’t like this Hol' Up You ain’t even on my wavelength You ain’t ever seen a pay check My nigga you don’t smoke cess Ah, you be piffing on grass Thinking you’re hard Nah I don’t pretend Ima beat your chick And then slap your friend Say she came for money weed and weather? She came cos my dick game gets her wetter Whatever weather, the flows hot Ice cold chain, it’s a lot Its a lot New girl on my crotch It’s the recipe You want beef? No burger Spitting fire on dons No burner Say she a learner? Best learn quick Im that brownskin prick That your girl wanna link She warn come to my bits She warn suck on my dick Ah, shiittt The flow to sick Got me wildin' like this Likkle badman yout, got me stuntin' like this Killing any riddim, say the flows so sick So sick, get a grip Grab 2 nines That’s an 18 Nigga I’m 15 Best in the game by 18 I swear Uh Its a lot right now Likkle man on ends best hype right now From Catford to Bromley I rep that proud I rep my town Killin on any riddim I’m killin any sound Do that for team KA 15 in the game With the sickest wordplay Had talent since day Destined to do this Told me don’t flop I’m destined for music Youngest in the game Im a nuisance They cat my flow Cos my flows the new shit Done told you I do this right? Career’s just a plane I’m bout to take flight They’re like Snapz Swear down you’re that London guy? When I roll through ends they like he’s that guy Yeah he’s that guy Team KA, we bout to flight, flight Yeah we too fly, fly Aye The verse too sick RIP to the verse I spit with hurses Ima merk this Say nuttin, that’s standard You man need help You man ah get pampered I do this ting on my own Like chipmunk said ima league of my own League of my own, I don’t fuck these niggas I fuck with bad bitches BB message, 'gyal come lick this?' Ha, nah I’m lying I ain’t even gotta ask 358, I go to her yard I buss on her face Showing these niggas how to set pace Set pace in the race Usain bolt, I’m always first place I’m always going harder Only 15 but I’m the new rap father Going hardest regardless My quick 16’s will take out you bastards For starters, it ain’t even a main course Wait. Hold on. Pause
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