togarashi ft. Sebastian Kamae Lyrics

Prime and Provisions, I'm on a mission

I ain't see myself here last year, ain't have the vision

The tomahawk at the table it came chauffeur-driven

The chef break it down like a brick, peep the precision

It's surgical

Togarashi crust missing like the roof of convertible off the crudo

Tell her be more assertive, she scared of coming off rude though

I don't play bout my food though

Told me don't worry bout it, it's still bussin without it

My judgement is rarely clouded but my latest ensemble is grouted

Plus an NFG jacket I power scouted

Made the play as soon as the wire transfer was routed

Feeling great, came a long way from overlooked and doubted

Out the way unless I'm getting a check for an appearance

Wanna pull up to the lab? You need security clearance

Cuz niggas drowning in flows and it's a big interference

Life jackets mandatory, appreciate your adherence

God-fearing if the clothes make the man

This cream tee compliment my complexion about as best as it can

Cloaking device on the drop for the speed traps and the scans

The way 12 like to follow me you would think they was fans

Michelin Man in the Moncler puffer

My kicks on Justin Tucker, my pants work as a buffer

Been down bad and suffered and struggled to meet my ends

I hustle hard as I possibly can to not go through it again

Stutter-stepping in Ricks, I stay elusive

Yeah I know these niggas plotting on licks, cuz they exclusive

The island from which my jacket imported stared at Medusa

She ain't never had no wagyu A5, I introduced her

The ambience seduced her, she marveling at the marbling

My thumbs tinted green and I don't think it's from gardening

I just copped the Platonic solids in Douglas fir

Air up in the cockpit exotic-clotted, the Cutlass skrt

Prime and Provisions, I'm on a mission

I ain't see myself here last year, ain't have the vision

The tomahawk at the table it came chauffeur-driven

The chef break it down like a brick, peep the precision

He sharp

Shorty elegant gown, gently strumming strings on the harp

I filled the Patek with sharks, the rocks biting

I cover it with a tarp, I hate to throw off the lighting

Got heavy foot on the pedal, you know the McQueens lightning