Gordon Ramsay lyrics
by Abhi the Nomad
Cheffin' this sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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 di*k
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
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 sh*t, 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
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)