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FORMULA
by PM Mana
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Call me on my phone before I go back in
There's a lot of empty hearts, a lot of enemies
Got a lot of shit to pour, a lot of Hennessy
But I'm off the psychedelics when I'm in the mix
Yeah, blend it in a pack, but I'll never mix up
Never told no lie, I talk to the real
Niggas out here tryna get me for this formula
Too smart to set me up, just call me up, I'll set it up
Fuckin' with me, nah, I doubt it
I need quiet when I speak, so pipe it down
Girl, we need to link back up as soon as I collect my tithes
But, baby, I ain't leavin' till a nigga count it sacrifices
In my afterlife, got a nigga here
So I ain't leavin' till I know I got it
I ain't leavin' till I know I got it
I ain't leavin', baby
On some type of shit where I don't need no reasons
Always trust my intuition, anticipating someone there
Pulled up to the competition, crazy, there is no one here
Fuck whoever's opposition, promise you they don't compare
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Times that we didn't tell him, we just put up to him
PM up to no good, but you already knew it
Meet him at the entrance, I got infantry for the intruders
Text the crew, I don't like how they moving, gave me deja vu
I'm like, hold on, that's my dog, let him through
I'm like, hold on, that's my shot, let him through
What's the point in being around if they don't better you
I wait for you, just let me guide you
Call me on my phone before I go back in
There's a lot of empty hearts, a lot of enemies
Got a lot of shit to pour, a lot of Hennessy
But I'm off the psychedelics when I'm in the mix
Yeah, blend it in a pack, but I never mix up
Never told no lie, I talk to the real
Niggas out here tryna get me for this formula
Too smart to set me up, just call me up, I'm set it up
Yeah, blend it in a pack, but I never mix up
Never told no lie, I talk to the real
Niggas out here tryna get me for this formula
Call me on my phone before I go back in
There's a lot of empty hearts, a lot of enemies
Got a lot of shit to pour, a lot of Hennessy
But I'm off the psychedelics when I'm in the mix
Yeah, blend it in a pack, but I'll never mix up
Never told no lie, I talk to the real
Niggas out here tryna get me for this formula
Too smart to set me up, just call me up, I'll set it up
Fuckin' with me, nah, I doubt it
I need quiet when I speak, so pipe it down
Girl, we need to link back up as soon as I collect my tithes
But, baby, I ain't leavin' till a nigga count it sacrifices
In my afterlife, got a nigga here
So I ain't leavin' till I know I got it
I ain't leavin' till I know I got it
I ain't leavin', baby
On some type of shit where I don't need no reasons
Always trust my intuition, anticipating someone there
Pulled up to the competition, crazy, there is no one here
Fuck whoever's opposition, promise you they don't compare
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Times that we didn't tell him, we just put up to him
PM up to no good, but you already knew it
Meet him at the entrance, I got infantry for the intruders
Text the crew, I don't like how they moving, gave me deja vu
I'm like, hold on, that's my dog, let him through
I'm like, hold on, that's my shot, let him through
What's the point in being around if they don't better you
I wait for you, just let me guide you
Call me on my phone before I go back in
There's a lot of empty hearts, a lot of enemies
Got a lot of shit to pour, a lot of Hennessy
But I'm off the psychedelics when I'm in the mix
Yeah, blend it in a pack, but I never mix up
Never told no lie, I talk to the real
Niggas out here tryna get me for this formula
Too smart to set me up, just call me up, I'm set it up
Yeah, blend it in a pack, but I never mix up
Never told no lie, I talk to the real
Niggas out here tryna get me for this formula
