Gordon Ramsay

Cheffin' this shit, my job Business man, girl look at my card Ooh la la, he got that sauce A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah) Chef's 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 shit, my job Business man, girl look at my card Ooh la la, he got that sauce A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah) Chef's 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 they chick You walk in, they hide they kids They don’t know 'bout you, you ride they dick I don’t gotta wait until Friday shit Bro, I decide what’s my dayshift Fire myself on Sunday then rehire myself on Monday Bitch, I'm Gordon Ramsey This shit raw as fuck 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 fuck up) Cheffin' this shit, my job Business man, girl look at my card Ooh la la, he got that sauce A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah) Chef's 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 shit, my job Business man, girl look at my card Ooh la la, he got that sauce A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah) Chef's kiss, then I au-revoir No breakfast, exit Dippin' out hard Neighbors say "please turn that off" They must not know who I are Fuck Bill O’ Reilly, bitch 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 Fuck 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 shit raw as fuck 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 fuck up)