ProbCause, Action Bronson, Chance The Rapper - Three Course Meal lyrics

Bam Bam, yo sabathia money
Twist it in a bath with your honey
Don't have to ask her she
Do everything for me
Shine up the balls, keep 'em looking pristine
Take a chisel to the word scope
A dime for a fiend her dream, intoxication
Beaver warmer than the socks of Satan
Pasta waitin' on the table
With the lobster bacon
Herb butter that was crab that
Made the word clutter
Maravilloso, toast it to the new summer
Rock a shirt with Secretariat on it
Seabiscuit on the dress
Stay guarded like the eagle's nest
Lethal stress hand-crafted by the saucier
Carpaccio with that meat
Right under horse's mane
Man of the land, there's many fish in the sea
My man D? the V I tried to christen with tree
But still
There's nothing better than smokin'
Weed in a Cadillac
Closest runner-up is probably
Hearin' Daddy rap

Probable pick up the pieces
Perfect pair with what you eatin'
Cleanin' that plate that we serve you
Wait 'til dessert you'll be cheesin'
Na, it ain't seasonal, prices are reasonable
They regional, Chi-town to N-Y is feedin' you
Breeding crew with the best cuts and I
Really wanna make that next cut
Made somethin' out of nothin' what's next up?
Let me cool that down for a sec, yup
Chillin' on that window-sill
Patience for that slow-burn
Over-cooked and over-looked they chokin'
On they own words cravin' my flavor
Savor the taste to marinatin' for ten days
Action Bronson got the lobster bakin'
How 'bout a feast, table with an extra seat
Always feed a hungry homie, happy
To share the recipe, word up
I'm thinkin' about it a
Little longer these days
Takin' it in and I'm makin' it
Trend to melt the problems away
Still with my crew, thick, pass the bread
Spread the love, ash a cig
Pour the drink, lick this shit
Do that shit all over again

French Inhaling blow
An inch away from almost being unintentional
Attention all kids in the hall
You need extensive detentions
And intervention
A two-week suspension and a bunch
Of whippins with extension cords
Chanoooo, trips to continents constant
Mix consonants and vowels and mispronounce it
Throw pronouns so profound I sound pompous
Sounds like hit records
Shouts out Stef' Ponce
So protect your neck or it's all chances
Whatcha gon' do when them gold
Medals get to bronzin'
Double en namedrop, threesome-themed dancers
Couple named Sandra, three of 'em flame ganja
Concerts complete carnage
What can't he conjure? Chance'll make a zan
But, you need bands ask Contra
Feel good Paris, my France smokin' on bonjour
Oops I mean hey oops upside your noggin'
Who's outside your window? Chano
Smokin' a menthol painted caddie, a rental
Ice-pick pad and a pencil
Master Roshi my master rollin' off of a Sensu
Since you were just a bastard they
Said the holy had sent you
But still there's nothing better than
Smoking weed in a Cadillac
But still there's nothing better than
Smoking weed in a Cadillac
Closest runner-up is probably
Hearin' Daddy rap