Текст песни Chef - Noah

Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors
All the flavors
Ima be the chef doing you all the favors
All the favors

Dice them yams up with my spatula
I'm the soulful Bobby Flay
Don't you fill up on no snacks my love
Light a fire, pour the wine, we got the china plate
Set the table: pillows on the left, clothes on the right
Spices in the food, spicing up the mood
Making what I know will satiate your appetite
Kitchen in the room, thinking it's the move

Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors
All the flavors
Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef doing you all the favors
All the favors

Pull the recipe up now, now
I get to rummaging though my 'frigerator just to get ingredients, yes
Know you like how I'm getting you so tender with my rub
Let you marinate 'till you can't wait no more
I just wanna cook for you girl
I just wanna talk to you girl
I just wanna know your brain
Put another hor dourve on your plate
Look at how the joy looks on your face
Terra-cotta clay pit, tell me do you got a craving
I could whip it up quick
Bet you never tasted no cuisine quite like this

Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors
All the flavors
Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef doing you all the favors
All the favors

Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors
All the flavors
Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef doing you all the favors
All the favors