Lyrics:
into a recipe
Two scoops of sugar, baby
Sugar and spice, everything nice
Squash is defied, make up your mind
To find what the chef's been cookin'
I go, do it by my say so
We just playing one on one against us
Against our mind, against our brain
Conversations with myself make me reflect my life
lesson (hype is as hype does!)
I'm cheerful expressing jump up
If it ain't loud enough, then signal Soundman for a pump up
Make sure He get your message
They call me fhantom baby
Mickemzy on the mix
You dey blow my mind (blow my mind)
With the things you do (the things you do au)
My London girl your
squared refrigerant
N-O-2 makes you laugh, it's laughing gas used by the dentists
I nearly added acid glue, I'm like oil of a toil, the king of chemicals
The Tiger
Mix up like Tony Montana
You kill your demons with Fanta
I kill my vices with hammers
I make it rain make it snow
Whichever way the wind blow
I got
the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
Revelation was
so my mind can run free
But this gold got me trapped, so in darkness I sleep
Gold slugs in my mouth when I mack to the hoes
It's the Return of the Mack
like I spit off the top of they mind
I just be tryna get high
The smoke finna make me go blind
I do not fuck with your kind
You just a Gold digging bitch
daytime
In the back of my mind, it wasn't fine
Petrified by this design, need realign
I put my cards on table and roll sevens every time
Don't you have some
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You'll
Your minds been winded washed by a hub
The wave bands broader turn off the plug
Clandestine networks deceitful web
My spider senses detect a threat
Each
to cut
Small business minded mix and matching what weight to cut
Telling everyone, wait and see till the wait is up
Your weight is up your people is
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
the heat has touched
You got to be the gold the heat has
The heat has, yeah
Welcome to my origin the end of your beginning
Placed your hands upon
kiss them
I can't fight this
YUH
Make sure that you're bundled up
Warm hot cocoa in our cups
Cut with Baileys mix it up
Mix it up
Mix it up
Cozy up
Up up dopamine
To all peep that made me Grin
Up up dopamine Spread some love and don't be mean
Up up dopamine Make em' smile and clear your sin
Up
to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs
Yo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with
a
Jihad (foreign language) words make sense
You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs
see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
Roll it up, Roll it up to the top
Ignite
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
This shit been overdue
I'm still not over you, oh
This shit been overdue
It's the T-Mix, baby
They be like, "How many songs can you make about
of them you ain't gon' make it
Now put your prayers in the air
You'll get served on Sundays like Kanye was up in here
Jesus Christ I wrote this on Satan's
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