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The Recipe (feat. Bvnz) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cphilly
Length: 2:51
Written by: Christian Phillips




Cphilly - The Recipe (feat. Bvnz) Lyrics




She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy

She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy

Oh you broke, yeah I know
Designer on my fits walking Gucci's matching coat
Bag packed got a bag for the road
Drop a band on a bitch to let her know

Sizzle dripping sage got Vuitton on my belt
Burberry coat with my pockets looking well
I aint f*ckin with no broke boy going dying in a Shell
Try to test me blood got sail

I need bands, I need techs
Why ya bitch trynna say that I'm next
You need sex, I need checks
If you press me boy better wear a vest

Thats ya bae, thats my bestie
Why these pussies always trynna go an test me
She on my wave like a jet-ski
Why ya bitch always trynna give me Becky

She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy

She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy
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She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy

She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy

Oh you broke, yeah I know
Designer on my fits walking Gucci's matching coat
Bag packed got a bag for the road
Drop a band on a bitch to let her know

Sizzle dripping sage got Vuitton on my belt
Burberry coat with my pockets looking well
I aint f*ckin with no broke boy going dying in a Shell
Try to test me blood got sail

I need bands, I need techs
Why ya bitch trynna say that I'm next
You need sex, I need checks
If you press me boy better wear a vest

Thats ya bae, thats my bestie
Why these pussies always trynna go an test me
She on my wave like a jet-ski
Why ya bitch always trynna give me Becky

She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy

She gon play her part, why she texting me
We cooking like the rock we got the recipe
Letter boys down ya block be like sesame
And a hitta popping pussy like its ecstasy
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Writer: Christian Phillips
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