Incindious471199 feat Richmond – Chef de Cuisine (Ministry Banquet Remix)

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[Intro]
YOOO
INCINDIOUS
Prime Minister of flex
RICHMOND
Rich?

Welcome… to the Ministry banquet.
Crystal chandeliers, Yamazaki 55 poured neat,
Martians waiting at the table —
Tonight, we feast in galaxies they can’t reach....

[Verse 1 - Incidious]
Yo
I know y'all didn't know
But actually before
I was the Prime Minister Flex
I was the chef de cuisine
I made the baddest
Dripiccata flexuccine
You've ever seen
Like something straight outta y'all's dreams
Make you so damn hungry
I Think y'all want it some more
Make you so damn hungry
That y'all Just want it more
And I'm gonna give it to you
Cause In sin dee us the master chef
For The ministry, I be the chef de cuisine
I got more drip in my pan than you've ever seen
I got more flex on my grill than there ever has been
Tellin y'all, man
Tellin y'all, I'm ya worst fuckin fear in the kitchen, 
To Motherfuckin roast ya bones ta make demi glace ooooo I am itchin, 
The way I cook flex
The way I roast drip
Ain't Nobody like me
Ain't Nobody su vee like the Ohh Gee, prime ministry,
Is gettin lit, ain't nobody on my level with this shit

There is no more iron
Cause I am the chef
Feed the whole ministry till there ain't nothing left
But that won't ever happen
Cause we richer than fuck
We don't run out of shit, impossibility 
Catch me in that Cybertruck, 
cookin up bars with professionally unmatched culinary abilities 
Y'all feelin me? Have you tasted this drip?
[DJ DISC SCRATCH]
Have you sampled the flex? 
Then move the fuck along line behind ya whose next?

[Verse 2 - Richmond]

Black card swipe, that soufflé ignite,
Truffle rain fallin’ down under dim-dim-dim light.
Dom Pérignon rivers, foie gras on gold plates,
Flex so Michelin, stars bend to my taste-taste-taste.
Butler stir the sauce, flame it, bring it over fast
Lobster tail drippin’, what a flex-x-x-x
Invite the Martians — silverware imported from the sky,
They never tasted drip ‘til Richmond walked by (wohoo!)
Tables stretch lo-o-ong as a runway show,
Martian queens sippin’ Bordeaux, look how they glow, uh-oh
Tiramisu towers, flex layered fine,
Every course paired with a Château d’Yquem wine, daymn
See Prime Minister stepping out of Cybertruck, chrome
Martians takin’ selfies just to bring them back home.
We turn galaxies to restaurants, menus divine,
Richmond the emperor — cuisine redefined.

[Outro - Richmond]
So raise your glass, Ministry of Flex worldwide.
Prime Minister on the grill, Richmond in stride.
Martians fed, humans blessed, history made —
Remember the night we served eternity on a plate.

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[Intro] YOOO INCINDIOUS Prime Minister of flex RICHMOND Rich? Welcome… to the Ministry banquet. Crystal chandeliers, Yamazaki 55 poured neat, Martians waiting at the table — Tonight, we feast in galaxies they can’t reach.... [Verse 1 - Incidious] Yo I know y'all didn't know But actually before I was the Prime Minister Flex I was the chef de cuisine I made the baddest Dripiccata flexuccine You've ever seen Like something straight outta y'all's dreams Make you so damn hungry I Think y'all want it some more Make you so damn hungry That y'all Just want it more And I'm gonna give it to you Cause In sin dee us the master chef For The ministry, I be the chef de cuisine I got more drip in my pan than you've ever seen I got more flex on my grill than there ever has been Tellin y'all, man Tellin y'all, I'm ya worst fuckin fear in the kitchen, To Motherfuckin roast ya bones ta make demi glace ooooo I am itchin, The way I cook flex The way I roast drip Ain't Nobody like me Ain't Nobody su vee like the Ohh Gee, prime ministry, Is gettin lit, ain't nobody on my level with this shit There is no more iron Cause I am the chef Feed the whole ministry till there ain't nothing left But that won't ever happen Cause we richer than fuck We don't run out of shit, impossibility Catch me in that Cybertruck, cookin up bars with professionally unmatched culinary abilities Y'all feelin me? Have you tasted this drip? [DJ DISC SCRATCH] Have you sampled the flex? Then move the fuck along line behind ya whose next? [Verse 2 - Richmond] Black card swipe, that soufflé ignite, Truffle rain fallin’ down under dim-dim-dim light. Dom Pérignon rivers, foie gras on gold plates, Flex so Michelin, stars bend to my taste-taste-taste. Butler stir the sauce, flame it, bring it over fast Lobster tail drippin’, what a flex-x-x-x Invite the Martians — silverware imported from the sky, They never tasted drip ‘til Richmond walked by (wohoo!) Tables stretch lo-o-ong as a runway show, Martian queens sippin’ Bordeaux, look how they glow, uh-oh Tiramisu towers, flex layered fine, Every course paired with a Château d’Yquem wine, daymn See Prime Minister stepping out of Cybertruck, chrome Martians takin’ selfies just to bring them back home. We turn galaxies to restaurants, menus divine, Richmond the emperor — cuisine redefined. [Outro - Richmond] So raise your glass, Ministry of Flex worldwide. Prime Minister on the grill, Richmond in stride. Martians fed, humans blessed, history made — Remember the night we served eternity on a plate.

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