Lyrics:
learned to go get it myself was told to hold yo own belt
Close kept, foe it go on display it hit the chef
Throwing all my extras in a shoe box
Can't see
right hand (brrt, brrt)
Pyrex in my left (chef, chef)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef, chef, chef)
Spirit Bomb (bomb, bomb)
You niggas on a long ting
head in a bramble
Maybe you're just hoping and wishing
Cook the beat up in a kitchen
I'm a chef. chef, chef, chef
Weak styles they all gone fishing
G5Kid
I swag
(Swag) , I cook (Swag) , I swag (Swag)
I cook (Chef) i swag
(Swag) , I cook (Swag) , I swag (Swag)
I cook (Swag) i chef
(Chef) , I
hair, you're pulling the strings
You're the puppet master behind the scenes
And nobody knows and no one can see
But you're the best chef here in all
Okay Ooo Ooo Ooo Okay Ooo
I got racks in the booth
You can do it if you cool
I got racks on my shoes
Louie down to my tooth
Ice Box ain't a chef
ass niggas too
Aw i got a thot thirst i need some box work but fuck it i'ma send it over the top first a1
Aw i'm going bad up in Neiman's this is
I'm meteorologist
Fuck around, I'm playing shows
Getting payed from colleges
I super super super
Then I chef chef chef
I'm the biggest in
testa in bilico, sì chef! sì chef!
Pasta al ragù, guardo la tv, sì che! sì chef!
Io sono alla moda, sì chef! sì chef!
Io sono alla moda, sì chef! sì chef
and relay the chef's orders I'm running with
Sandman sound like Dizzy in the bits
Bad boy like I got Diddy in the bit
Dem man know that I'm eating right
with a box in the back seat
Facts speak loud now opps want to back me
Catch me cotch with a bad b
Had me one or two thots got a couple want to at me
Not
Yeah, King DCN, KING DCN
I was that kid they bullied and put in a damn box
Funny shit, I'm a class clown like Chris Rock
Might as well boss up like
Chef: Hello there, children!
Children: Hey, Chef
Stan: Chef, what's a prostitute?
Chef:Dag-nabbit children! How come every time you come in here
you
girl I wanna to get inbetween (that box)
ain't nothing betta or wetta than that box
How can I vet up and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed
realize that it's all in vein
(CHEF: Meat Loaf)
Splinters of wood, they can be forced through your eyes
(CHEF: Meat Loaf)
Cheese graters of steel (CHEF
a sexy chef
I'm a sexy chef
Who's a sexy chef
Greg's a sexy chef
Sexy chefs everywhere
Wave your hands in the air
Iraq War, Tony Blair
WMDs everywhere
Please, allow me to show you something
Yo, OT, you still in here?
Mama, she trippin', she threw
Out my bullets, i bought me a new box
(Box
day
I be cooking in the line. Oui chef, yes chef.
I be moving past behind Oui chef, yes chef
Right in the corner,one last order oui chef, yes chef
I'm
HA!...
That ain't my style man...
Can't box me in...
I'll be 5 grand...
Islander on that BC shit...
Hear me spit, like a time stamp...
Take it back to when
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
chef, top chef, top chef
I make sure everything in the pot stretch
I'm the top chef, god bless
Birds by the flock slept inside of the bird box nest
I
the box
What's in the box what's in the box what's in the box what's in the box
Don't open the box don't open the box don't open the box unboxing
What's
bring the cheese in
Get in my way my youngins finger slipped and now he can't stop squeezing
Got a lotta mouths to feed my recipe a Top Chef secret
Ima
Find me in the kitchen, chef it up
Find me in the kitchen, chef it up
Find me in the kitchen, chef it up
I'll chef it up
Find me in the kitchen get
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