Lyrics Recipe (Soul Food) - Brandon Gabriel

Ain't no, "how you been, how you doing"
I just send you a text that say, "what you cooking"
I just tell you how beautiful you been looking
I see all them snaps you think I'm overlooking

Ain't no, "how you been, how you doing"
I just send you a text that say, "what you cooking"
I just tell you how beautiful you been looking
I see all them snaps you think I'm overlooking

Ain't no...

Baby girl, you got that soul food
My grandmama's fried chicken when I hold you
Even though it's been a while since I saw you
You ain't ever told nobody what I told you

And yeah, that's the recipe
The recipe that make a nigga never leave
The recipe that make a nigga wanna be
Everything you ever told me I was gonna be

Baby girl, you got that soul food
My grandmama's fried chicken when I hold you
Even though it's been a while since I saw you
You ain't ever told nobody what I told you

And yeah, that's the recipe
The recipe that make a nigga never leave
The recipe that make a nigga wanna be
Everything you ever told me I was gonna be

Are you still driving back and forth to the city every weekend
Do yo man know we texting, cause my girl think I'm sleeping
You the only one that fills me up, I ain't really been eating
Baby girl, you got the recipe, yeah that's the recipe

And girl I think I finally got the recipe
The recipe to tell all of my haters they can rest in peace
The Lord really been blessing me, but don't ever think I'm blessed for free
I paid for this, was made for this, I'll spit 'til there's no breath in me

Spill my soul on every beat, and I mean on every beat
And I know I don't pray enough but I'm still feeling heavenly
Aw Lord, Aw Lord, I don't know why I'm hesitant
I know I got the juice, I'm just afraid that they won't mess with me

They ain't ready for the real
Or at least that's what they telling me
I just wanna ball but they full court pressing me
I ain't went foul once, you can ask the referee
Feeling like Birdman, they need to start respecting me

Girl, if I don't make it soon then it's gone be the death of me
'Cause I been in the studio every night
Since you said I should be in the studio every night
Up every night writing under lamp light

Usually don't leave 'til I see the sunshine
Really getting tired of just seeing you online
Maybe one night you in the city come by
Wouldn't it be nice if I could hit one more time for the one time

One time for the one time
If I could hit one more time for the one time
One time for the one time
If I could hit one more time for the one time
One time for the one time
If I could hit one more time for the one time
One time for the one time
If I could hit one more time for the one time

Baby girl, you got that soul food
My grandmama's fried chicken when I hold you
Even though it's been a while since I saw you
You ain't ever told nobody what I told you

And yeah, that's the recipe
The recipe that make a nigga never leave
The recipe that make a nigga wanna be
Everything you ever told me I was gonna be

Baby girl, you got that soul food
My grandmama's fried chicken when I hold you
Even though it's been a while since I saw you
You ain't ever told nobody what I told you

And yeah, that's the recipe
The recipe that make a nigga never leave
The recipe that make a nigga wanna be
Everything you ever told me I was gonna be

Ain't no, "how you been, how you doing"
I just send you a text that say, "what you cooking,"
I just tell you how beautiful you been looking
I see all them snaps you think I'm overlooking

Ain't no, "how you been, how you doing"
I just send you a text that say, "what you cooking,"
I just tell you how beautiful you been looking
I see all them snaps you think I'm overlooking

Ain't no...