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letra de the recipe - kodak black

[intro]
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor
y’all don’t know the recipe, i’m so saucy
i be saucin’ on these b-tches, i’m so smooth
oh, i got so much rythm
i’m so saucy

[chorus]
y’all don’t know the recipe i’m so saucy
they still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
they want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor
y’all don’t know the recipe i’m so saucy
they still tryna feel it, i put ’em in a coffin
they want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor

[verse 1]
my tongue be so powerful i’m k!lling y’all with words
but my gun be still on, i’m whilin’, laying down a verse
don’t know if i love the mansion, no, i’d rather be on the curb
everybody keep bitin’ me, gettin’ on my nerves
they love my flavor, it’s delicioso
i hope you love me even though you barely see me no mo’
i don’t need need you beggin’ me and eatin’ my dough
so if you text me i’ll reply and probably leave at my show
i don’t drink no lean and sippin’ codeine no mo’
night and day i’ll just be mixing coffee with the cocoa
aye, you can’t drop my style, got a whole ‘nother flow (what)
swimming in the money, i just row, row, your boat

[chorus]
y’all don’t know the recipe i’m so saucy
they still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
they want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor
y’all don’t know the recipe i’m so saucy
they still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
they want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor

[verse 2]
you’re swimming in the money, i’m a fisher net
everybody tryna run off with my gingerette
n-gg-s say we cousins, i dont ‘lieve you, no, no
yeah, i tried out your sauce, but you got too much sodium
got too much sauce, no gulag
in prudhoe smokin’ moolah
red bean on your nose like rudolph
aye, you should come try my food out
i don’t make no love, when i be f-cking i don’t even take my shoes off
and with that tool i’ma fool, i knock a n-gg-s screws out
she wanna have my baby, your lady love my drill
even my diamonds drippin’ (wet)
baby girl, don’t slip
appreciate the fan love and all of the support
they always keep me, so next time i just ain’t going to court

[chorus]
y’all don’t know the recipe i’m so saucy
they still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
they want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor
y’all don’t know the recipe i’m so saucy
they still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
they want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
swimming in the money, now i’ve turned into a sailor

- kodak black

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