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A chef is a trained professional cook who is proficient in all aspects of food preparation, often focusing on a particular cuisine. The word "chef" is derived from the term chef de cuisine (French pronunciation: ​[ʃɛf.də.kɥi.zin]), the director or head of a kitchen. Chefs can receive formal training from an institution, as well as by apprenticing with an experienced chef. There are different terms that use the word chef in their titles, and deal with specific areas of food preparation, such as the sous-chef, who acts as the second-in-command in a kitchen, or the chef de partie, who handles a specific area of production. The kitchen brigade system is a hierarchy found in restaurants and hotels employing extensive staff, many of which use the word "chef" in the… more »

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Okay I'm rolling through the city, thumbing fifties counting bands up
Told these fools I was a growing issue like a cancer
Now they don't know what to do no they don't got the answers
Putting work in got them boys alerted like an amber
Sipping syrup on dirty Diana
I plan to dip the purp in the purp get litter than lanterns
Slaying hoes I'm Santa my ride ain't got no deers tho
I pull up smoking loud you can get high through your earlobes
Boy I ain't gone captain save nobody I'm no hero
He selling reggie zips we call that flipping weird O's
I been out here grinding putting time in my career goals
I make hits every time I see my engineer though
Balling like I'm 24 pretty ones tryna stick me
Can't lock me down I'm unguardable like I'm 23
Sprite with the Barney, ice cubes with the Henny
Living life so gnarly the feel good never ending
But I told em hold up I think my cup is empty
Rolling up the Bobby and pouring up the Whitney
Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney
Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me okay
Hold up I think my cup is empty
Rolling up the Bobby's and pouring up the Whitney
Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney
Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me okay
Roll up, swole up, what's the hold up?
This place about to go up my dawgs about to go nuts
Celebration every time we link up thought I told ya
We toasting champagne it's only soda if we pour up
Eyes getting lower than the girl dancing in front of me
She genuwining on me want me inside of her dungarees
I told her ease up don't make me spill my pimp juice
Think I'm fucking Aretha these Franklins what I'm into
Don't ask me no questions you ain't pay me for interview
Getting straight to my intervals no middle man no interlude
If you ain't tryna help me up my hand then I can't deal with you
Nothing personal if it ain't business I can't tend to you got shit to do
I smoke good every day I feel good in every way
Got a long table for my dawgs and everyone got a plate
We sending Ubers out for the tipsy
If you need that come and get but til then gotta
Hold up I think my cup is empty
Rolling up the Bobby's and pouring up the Whitney
Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney
Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me okay
Hold up I think my cup is empty
Rolling up the Bobby's and pouring up the Whitney
Wax on Miyagi, lungs on chimney
Smell me from the lobby, you know I got it with me, yeah
Got it with me, yeah
Sipping Whitney, yeah
Come an get me, yeah
Getting tipsy, yeah
With me, that Whitney, yeah
Feel Good, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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