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abhi the nomad and kato on the track - gordon ramsay lyrics

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cheffin this sh+t, my job
business man girl look at my card
oh la la he got that sauce
a1 got that michelin star, mwah

chefs kiss, then i au+revoir
no breakfast, exit
dippin out hard
neighbors say please turn that off
they must not know who i are
(okay)

cheffin this sh+t, my job
business man girl look at my card
oh la la he got that sauce
a1 got that michelin star, mwah

chefs kiss, then i au+revoir
no breakfast, exit
dippin out hard
neighbors say please turn that off
they must not know who i are

you must know who i is
i walk in they hide their chick
you walk in they hide their kids
they don’t know bout you you ride their d+ck
i don’t gotta wait until friday sh+t
bro i decide what’s my dayshift
fire myself on sunday then rehire myself on monday b+tch

i’m gordon ramsey
this sh+t raw as f+ck
you can’t afford the pantry
she said “you so fine” i made her
floor the panties
rappers scoring xannies
blew her back out for so long
i think i tore a hammy
(shut the f+ck up)

cheffin this sh+t, my job
business man girl look at my card
oh la la he got that sauce
a1 got that michelin star, mwah

chefs kiss, then i au+revoir
no breakfast, exit
dippin out hard
neighbors say please turn that off
they must not know who i are

(okay)

cheffin this sh+t, my job
business man girl look at my card
oh la la he got that sauce
a1 got that michelin star, mwah

chefs kiss, then i au+revoir
no breakfast, exit
dippin out hard
neighbors say please turn that off
they must not know who i are
f+ck bill o’ reilly, b+tch i really do it live
you a bot, cut a rookie out the game like i’m in chopped
red dot, it’s no bounty on my head yea, it’s a red dot
i put on for my city and we takin’ headshots
f+ck a hater take off the makeup
i’m hot sun, radiator
i’m a top gun, not one aviator
that could fly this smooth, i ain’t fooled
i could school these rappers they my students like i’m ras al ghoul
half my songs is something that your grandma prolly cha cha too

i’m gordon ramsey
this sh+t raw as f+ck
you can’t afford the pantry
she said “you so fine” i made her
floor the panties
rappers scoring xannies
blew her back out for so long
i think i tore a hammy

(shut the f+ck up)



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