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formula - quadeca lyrics

[hook]
aye, when i walk up in the scene, i hear an orchestra
now everybody telling me i don’t perform enough (nah)
my math teacher told me that i never be sh-t (what, aye, what?)
and now i’m searched more then the quadratic formula (aye, aye)
aye, i got the formula, (aye) i got the formula (yeah)
you got the sauce but godd-mn i got the formula (got the formula)
people always asking ben “why you record so much? (why?)”
i got to fry up all these rappers quick like order up

[verse]
formula, like i’m mr. krabs
i change and transform it up, you stuck in the past
i wear supreme goggles to my science lab (i really do)
yeah, it hurts to write this song, cause i don’t like to brag
and now i tied myself up like a nike mag
people love to criticize me for the life i’ve had (true)
they make it about white and black like i’m michael jack (aye)
i make these haters look confused like it’s dora asking where swipper at
aye, aye, aye
yeah, i’m supreme cause i got it on me
now they copy that like a walkie-talkie
and i’m feelin’ like they really want to stop me
trying to fold my paper like it’s origami
wanna justify the hate, they call me c-cky and i am
cause your girl call me papi
tryna take her shot like it’s the paparazzi
i’mma fax machine, up in a lot of copies, aye
still saying “who would of thought?”
like who would of guessed it, huh?
haven’t lifted weights in two years but somehow i’m always flexing, yeah
if you really want to find the answer to your question, here is where you should look
want the secret to the sauce, motherf-cker, better go and find a cookbook, yeah

[hook]
when i walk up to the scene i hear an orchestra
now everybody telling me i don’t perform enough (i don’t perform enough)
my math teacher told me that i’d never be sh-t (nah)
and now i’m searched more than the quadratic formula (aye)
aye, i got the formula, (yeah) i got the formula (aye)
you got the sauce but godd-mn i got the formula (i got the formula)
people always askin’, “ben, why you record so much?” (why you record so much?)
i got to fry up all these rappers quick like order up

- quadeca lyrics

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