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Recipe Lyrics - Artist : Drego & Beno
Jose the Plug
It's that Money Train shit Yeah Woo, I gotta pop a Perc', it's hard for me to eat Wake up, pour a four, then I go back to sleep RIP my cause, I seen him in my dreams Money Train the squad, nigga, don't cross my team I son you lil' niggas, don't get a billion My plug, he from Philly, he keep them eagles My lil' niggas wanna rob, nigga, I gotta lead 'em You playin' 'bout my money, boy, I'm gon' leave you Thirty days, thirty nights Performing, nigga, strip club life My nephew in the back punchin' fire just to see the fight In the stu', on and off the road, had to get it right Nigga said he got a brick of red, I asked him what's the price? Lil' bitch say you the chosen one, just live your life I told my baby we gon' be rich, alright? I got into a shootout, could've took his life Five hours away, trappin' in my Mikes I'm gon' kick it with the left and ship it with the right You gon' hit a left, bae, I'm gon' hit a right Two bitches in the back havin' a Perky fight I can see already it's gon' be an icky night Woo, I gotta pop a Perc', it's hard for me to eat Wake up, pour a four, then I go back to sleep RIP my cause, I seen him in my dreams Money Train the squad, nigga, don't cross my team I son you lil' niggas, don't get a billion My plug, he from Philly, he keep them eagles My lil' niggas wanna rob, nigga, I gotta lead 'em You playin' 'bout my money, boy, I'm gon' leave you Used to sayin' rest in peace my Uncle Yus You don't lie to me, no, bitch, I lie to you Oh, you tired of me? No, bitch, I'm tired of you You better not step front of this K, boy, like you bulletproof Girl, I love sippin' drank, it just taste good as you All these hoes wanna be gay but don't know what to do Oh, you want a boss? Bae, I'm the living proof Bitch, you mad at me? No, bitch, I'm mad at you Count up fifty thousand in grandma's living room My unc', he got the birds up in the pigeon coupe My mama like, "Boy, what done got into you?" I just want the stars up in the ceiling roof Woo, I gotta pop a Perc', it's hard for me to eat Wake up, pour a four, then I go back to sleep RIP my cause, I seen him in my dreams Money Train the squad, nigga, don't cross my team I son you lil' niggas, don't get a billion My plug, he from Philly, he keep them eagles My lil' niggas wanna rob, nigga, I gotta lead 'em You playin' 'bout my money, boy, I'm gon' leave you Damn, Jose, turn them motherfuckin' 808s down |
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