"The Recipe" LYRICS
Smoking this weed with you..Like you taught me to.
Every morning when I wake upUh, money on my mindGood times and get caked upSunshine coming through my blinds, I’m living butReally though, it’s never enough10 milly on, that’s a mustLiving in California, everybody wanna visit for…
Women, weed and weatherThey come forWomen, weed and weatherFor the women, weed and weatherFrom all around the world for theWomen, weed and weatherWomen, weed and weather
These niggas’ll kill for thatPut it in your grill for thatStill everybody gotta build for thatMe, I make mills off thatHow the fuck can’t ya’ll see I rideWhen I drive, down the block and you look outsideH-A-T-E in your eyesI enter big money for the enterpriseIt’s a beautiful day I guessFor a bitch to roll with Andre I guessRoll it up, baby gon lift that dressThen roll it up for me when I’m stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a bossNew Orleans and then MiamiParty in New YorkTexas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
Women, weed and weatherThey come forWomen, weed and weatherFor the women, weed and weatherFrom all around the world for theWomen, weed and weatherGot that women, weed and weatherYo, it sound clever, come and playWh-what more can I sayWelcome to LA
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some3W’s only for a three day runBitch, take the muthaf-cking panties off you ain't no nun, shitI be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoesRibbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I controlLet it breathI control, California living til I am oldYou want to be one, to peak on the chartSo the peons can be gone and pee on their heartsShe in the coupe cause she in the neonCause she on the BS before we can startFuck with a nigga, ride with a niggaLet ‘em know the priority order meHennessy, and for my niggas OG KillaCall it Jason Vorhees, boy he,On his job, boy he sure be havin’ them marks on they marksPretty bitches and tyre marksLet ‘em inhale the pipe exhaustsLet ‘em reveal how much it costFor this life controlling my viceNo way hell no, uh uhIf I’m wrong than I wanna be rightYou want to be one, to peak on the chartSso the peons can be gone and pee on their heartsWomen, weed, weather, it’s not my fault that its 82 degreesAnd my top peeled off
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a bossNew Orleans and then MiamiParty in New YorkTexas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
Known for that homegrown where I come fromSmoke one, palm treesDouble D’s got ‘em topless in the sunI shall proceed, that’s me, muthafuck your opinionHow many ways am I killin’ ‘emShit, right around a billionWe on it, that mean we living for the momentThat mean she’ll fuck til the morningTime and I got time and I know that I’m in a position of controlling anythingI buy that ocean, I’mma boss I’ll buy that oceanAin't nobody fucking with this
They want that shit, they often fiendI give it to ‘em but in between, my timeI gotta tie shoestringsLife’s a trip when you want these thingsI often slip and then I lean towards 3 W’s and lifeYou know blow job need an applicationEating pussy make appetiteAnd yeah my type, I like ‘em brownJust like my drink, the fuck you thinkI don’t fuck wit’ no hand me downsSee if you fuck than its after meYou know how much I’mma make it work?You know her dress, her purseWhen you discussed your love for lustJust make sure you visit here firstCali
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a bossNew Orleans and then MiamiParty in New YorkTexas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
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