paroles de chanson Original Recipe - Remix - Stogie T feat. Boity

Hook
Yeah I pray night and day
I cut my cake, okay okay
I'm blaze, she love the taste
I cut my cake, okay okay

Feel like a boss
Said I'm a star
Feeling the wrath
Fresh out the box
I got the sauce
Yeah I got the sauce
Get a taste, change the game

She like jewels, she like dudes
She got taste
Sippin' on something from outta the country
We can't even name
Out on the road we had our problems, threw it away
She back in the frame
You gotta get lame niggas outta the way

Yo Sto, we gon tell 'em all
I got the recipe
If you're tryna make it
Then I got the recipe
They calling me spicy in all of my melodies
I got the recipe
All up in the kitchen 'cause I got the recipe
I know what they want 'cause I got telepathy
Up in the recipe
I walk in the room and they feeling my energy
They killing theyselves, they tryna get rid of me
I would advise they try to be friends with me
All of you chickens catching this...
Is tryna me enemies
All of my verses are eulogies
Every script finna cause a scene
Like twerkers when filming a new release
There ain't a thing you could do to me
Bank account got high notes
Like Tellaman when he hear a beat
Second letter let them rather be
In the Benz, keep it zinger wing
Dula fatshe with your little things
'Cause today I'm rocking Louis V
On my wedding day I'll get a Vera Wang
I was sick and said I need a rest
'Cause killing the game was killing me
Eish, killing the game was killing me
I came back for the bag with no sympathy
I told you my raps was KFC
I should be feeding your family
Rolling with Bash in a classy V
Smashing a record with Stogie T
My Mom and my family proud of me

Feel like a boss
Said I'm a star
Feeling the wrath
Fresh out the box
I got the sauce
Yeah I got the sauce
Get a taste, change the game

Hook
Yeah I pray night and day
I cut my cake, okay okay
I'm blaze, she love the taste
I cut my cake, okay okay
Yeah I pray night and day
I cut my cake, okay okay
I'm blaze, she love the taste
I cut my cake, okay okay

Say grace and gave plates
To every one of my namesakes
Slice cake so many ways
The uptake is no dead-weight
Break bread fresh-baked
A game Andre ter Stegen
I went and changed names
Got paid paid
'Cause the game ain't changing
I'm now takes make it
I made bacon, that rare-make rap grade
Y'all just take take, cut and paste
Flaky ass Puss pasty way
We was in bad shape
Welfare, all we knew was the crumbs
Now we in bad shape, well fed
Look at us now

Feel like a boss
Said I'm a star
Feeling the wrath
Fresh out the box
I got the sauce
Yeah I got the sauce
Get a taste, change the game

Hook
Yeah I pray night and day
I cut my cake, okay okay
I'm blaze, she love the taste
I cut my cake, okay okay
Yeah I pray night and day
I cut my cake, okay okay
I'm blaze, she love the taste
I cut my cake, okay okay