Coca Vango - Recipe lyrics

[Intro] I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe [Pre-Hook] When it come to the cash ain't no limit No limit, no limit like Master P I'm painting pictures so vivid So vivid, so vivid like Master P I put the gun in your hand And I swear on my life ain't no k**ing me Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me [Hook] I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I swear on my life ain't no hoe in me I got the recipe [Verse 1] Stick all the kush in my Swisher Sweet I'm high as a ceiling be I swear my neck cost a quarter key That's why your main b**h be feeling me Mo' b**hes than Breezy, swagging like Yeezy Balmain my jeans [?] b**h you not too bad You is not Billie Jean I know she not feeling you, cause she is feeling me I whipped a four and she taught me like [?] All of my b**hes [?] man, they imitate Hillary I'm geeking like Carlton, slow like a centepede I'm slow like slow-motion be, I'm slow like slow-motion be These diamonds be looking like water, like water, like water Just call 'em the ocean piece They look so good on my fur baby I'm rocking black like a cocoa bean I've been finessing and jugging in Tallaha**ee, all the way back to Tennesee She s** the soul out a n***a B, I think it's the Hennessy [Pre-Hook] When it come to the cash ain't no limit No limit, no limit like Master P I'm painting pictures so vivid So vivid, so vivid like Master P I put the gun in your hand And I swear on my life ain't no k**ing me Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me [Hook] I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I swear on my life ain't no hoe in me I got the recipe [Verse 2] These n***as f** [?] I got the remedy You trynna sound just like Co' You just a mini me I got foot in the industry, one foot in the industry You sill watching from the bench Young n***a winning like Charlie Sheen Balling like Jordan, like Jordan, like Jordan Young n***a got 45 on this b**h Your b**h tried to throw that p**y, I run with that p**y You might not could get it back I eat on that p**y like Beni [?] I got a circle, she run it man I got the recipe, she addicted like Asian girls All that sh** that you trynna do, you know I invented that That's not your vehicle, you that you rented that I am the future, the future, the future These other n***as in the past You was trynna chase a b**h, I was trynna chase the cash [Pre-Hook] When it come to the cash ain't no limit No limit, no limit like Master P I'm painting pictures so vivid So vivid, so vivid like Master P I put the gun in your hand And I swear on my life ain't no k**ing me Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me [Hook] I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe I swear on my life ain't no hoe in me I got the recipe