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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abhi The Nomad
Performer
Kato On The Track
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Ju
Composer
Abhi Sridharan Vaidehi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kato On The Track
Producer
Lyrics
Cheffin this shit, 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 shit, 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 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
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 shit, 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
Fuck Bill O' Reilly, bitch I really do it live
You a bot, cut a rookie out the game like it's 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, look 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 to
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)
Writer(s): Abhi Vaidehi, Chris Ju
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