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Formula Lyrics by Quadeca

Out of Order

2017

[Intro]
(I don't think [?]) Ayy

[Hook]
When I walk up in the scene, I hear a orchestra
Now everybody tellin' me I don't perform enough (Nah)
My math teacher told me that I'd never be shit (What, ayy, what?)
And now I'm searched more then the quadratic formula (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I got the formula, I got the formula (Nah)
You got the sauce, but goddamn, I got the formula, ayy (Got the formula, ayy)
People always askin' "Ben, why you record so much?" ("Why?")
I got to fry up all these rappers quick, like, order up (Ding!)

[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 (Nah)
And now I've tied myself up, like a Nike Mag'
People love to criticize me for the life I've had (True)
They make it 'bout white and black, like I'm Michael Jack' (Ayy)
I make these haters look confused, like it's Dora askin' where Swipper at, ayy, ayy, ayy (Wow, ayy)
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, tryna fold my paper like it's origami
Wanna justify the hate, they call me cocky, and I am, 'cause your girl call me 'Papi'
Tryna take her shot like it's the paparazzi, I'm a fax machine, there been a lot of copies
Ayy, still sayin' "Who would'a thought?", like who would'a guessed it? Heh
Haven't lifted weights in two years, but somehow, I'm always flexin', yeah
If you really want to find the answer to your question, here is where you should look:
Want the secret to the sauce, motherfucker? Better go and find a cookbook
Yeah

[Hook]
When I walk up to the scene, I hear a orchestra (What?)
Now everybody tellin' me I don't perform enough (I don't perform enough)
My math teacher told me that I'd never be shit (Nah)
And now I'm searched more than the quadratic formula (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, I got the formula, I got the formula (Ayy)
You got the sauce, but goddamn, I got the formula, ayy (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 (Ding!)
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About “Formula” by Quadeca

Read the complete lyrics to "Formula" by Quadeca from the album "Out of Order" in 2017. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Hip-Hop, Trap, Rap.

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"Formula" appears on "Out of Order" in 2017.

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