Culinary School Lyrics

Culinary school

Taught me how to whip my wrist like a fool

In the kitchen

Like I'm bob the builder with a tool

Bobby flay on the soup this what I do

Bless me... Ah

Culinary school taught me how to whip my wrist like a fool

In the kitchen

Like I'm bob the builder with a tool

Bobby flay with the soup this what I do

Bless me... Ah

Damn Elamar the man going ham

Stopped with the swine

Grew up on the spam

Bam momma really used to whip a van

Daddy wouldn't call even sitting in the can

Three... One... Nine...with the lines it's mine

24 No bitch and this nigga fine

How you sell dope

But your homie drop dimes

White girl in Iowa on the Lines

Snowing, winter storm really got going

Body moving slow but my mind keep going

Paper got cold but the ink keep flowing

Growing...Hurt as a child it was showing

Beta, sigma, alpha is next

With the rap I can't help but flex

Listen when I it I really am the best

I don't need a check

When I coming for ya neck

I'm a big dog you ain't nit bing hit a speck

Please watch your step

Walking on my left

With the intellect

I can make a bitch wet

Young but he spit smooth like a Vet

He don't give a shit bout a nigga or a set

Lone wolf you can't make him your pet

I need to buy a vest

Life is a test

Gotta use your head when you walking through the mess

Culinary school

Taught me how to whip my wrist like a fool

In the kitchen

Like I'm bob the builder with a tool

Bobby flay on the soup this what I do

Bless me... Ah

Culinary school taught me how to whip my Wrist like a fool

In the kitchen

Like I'm bob the builder with a tool

Bobby flay with the soup this what I do

Bless me... Ah

Let me slow it down so you can hear all of the the shit I spit

Quick with wrist

Moving like he sick

Never gang bang but his chucks on c

Always had a job, I ain't fronting bout shit

Never give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch

Legion of doom

Goon with the spoon

Ate a couple shrooms now I'm sitting on the moon

Okay... I can move my wrist both ways

Smile on my face but I didn't come to play

All day in the kitchen I don't need aid

Ya food won't sell but my shit grade A

Okay... l can move my wrist both ways

Smile on my face but I didn't come to play

All day in the kitchen I don't need aid

Ya food won't sell but my shit grade A

Damn Elamar the man going ham

Stopped with the swine

Grew up on the spam

Bam momma really used to whip a van

Daddy wouldn't call even sitting in the can

Three... One... Nine... with the lines it's mine

24 no bitch and This nigga fine

How you sell dope your homie drop dimes

White girl in Iowa on the Lines

Culinary school

Taught me how to whip my wrist like a fool

In the kitchen

Like I'm bob the builder with a tool

Bobby flay on the soup this what I do

Bless me... Ah

Culinary school taught me how to whip my Wrist like a fool

In the kitchen

Like I'm bob the builder with a tool

Bobby flay with the soup this what I do

Bless me... Ah