UptownBodega - Recipe (feat. Maurice Loner) Lyrics

Now I can't let u get the best of me
I catch u staring, what is u doing
R u undressing me
Some good weed and u
Some dancehall and u
Is all I need
Now that's the recipe
I feel just like a king, Lebron James when u next to me
U my right hand lady keep my drink on the left of me
Ya, if u fall I pick u up
If u horny mop it up, make some classy porno straight out the seventies
She rides till we finish gal ya pussy be so heavenly
The cherry on top she like there don't stop and I don't
Never up on IG
Hoes hate on IG
Brand new rings n brand new cars
This new coupe should get u far
U can barely understand cuz I'm so high I'm eating stars
What I'm saying is
I wanna be your Uncle Phil you my Aunt Vivian
Drink that water till u pass out
U into that? Than what the dealy then
I got the recipe
I just need u next to me
U got the best of me
Why u always stressin me
My last chick a big bird, she from Sesame
My new girl a dessert, perfect recipe
Pain from ya past, I know you can feel it
Play your cards right and let me deal wit it
Remedies like hitting northern lights
Celebrate at the rave
Then f*ck all night
Tell me how can we lose
I'm too into you
And you give me good job
No interview
Commit a sin or two
In the Bentley coupe
Always connect the good vibes like a interlude
That's the recipe
Don't do me foul like a referee
I'm the wood, you a flame we a fire
Pilot to ya plane, take me higher
The problem is I can't always be next to you
And at times, I may forget a text or two
Smoking on these vegetables
Could make ya boy forgetful
Situations stressful
Regretful, resentful
Oh now u wanna get high wit me
Oh now u wanna ride wit a G
U swore u was the best
But u made my life a mess
I'm puttin it together
Wit someone who's way better
Everything on private cuz u stalking all my shit
Im on that walk it talk it shit
Thought you was Sade but u more Alize
Thought u was the one but u was just another one
N that's word to DJ Khalid bitch u was never valid
Gotta valet the whip when I pull up to the palace
Gotta get all this cabbage cuz I got expensive habits
Smoking weed by the oz keep my mind clear of fake folk
U missin all this dick cuz it put ur ass to sleep like u chugging dayquil
Sweet revenge is doing good, I'm loving all this maple
U sent a couple emails tryna get back, I ain't able
I made a couple upgrades you still look like basic cable
I'm smoking wit my niggas plotting on the next endeavors
Scheming on a come up thinking bout bitches, whatever
When I start to think, the thing bout bitches is this
Niggas f*cking what they can n bitches always choose they dick
I got the recipe
I just need u next to me
U got the best of me
Why u always stressin me
My last chick a big bird, she from Sesame
My new girl a dessert, perfect recipe
Pain from ya past, I know you can feel it
Play your cards right and let me deal wit it
Remedies like hitting northern lights
Celebrate at the rave
Then f*ck all night
Tell me how can we lose
I'm too into you
And you give me good job
No interview
Commit a sin or two
In the Bentley coupe
Always connect the good vibes like a interlude
That's the recipe
Don't do me foul like a referee
I'm the wood, you a flame we a fire
Pilot to ya plane, take me higher