Ratatouille
I can't keep on playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Ratatouille it's just like the movie Cause niggas is plotting
I hate if you use me
I spin in the kitchen
I ain't talking fruity
So hand me a pineapple
I'm making smoothies
Pouring the champagne
Like jacuzzi
And I got that bubbly
It's making me loopy
When I bring the city up
You try to shoot me
So I cannot mess with you niggas
Playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Pulling strings like I'm Remy
Putting on for my city
Whole team getting litty
We bout to eat so make it pretty
Season it flambé
That's a hell of an entree
Yeah they call me D'Andre
Listen to what your boss say
And you know you can't mess
With a nigga
Playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Ça, c'est moi
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Ça, c'est moi
I can't keep on playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Ratatouille it's just like the movie Cause niggas is plotting
I hate if you use me
I spin in the kitchen
I ain't talking fruity
So hand me a pineapple
I'm making smoothies
Pouring the champagne
Like jacuzzi
And I got that bubbly
It's making me loopy
When I bring the city up
You try to shoot me
So I cannot mess with you niggas
Playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Pulling strings like I'm Remy
Putting on for my city
Whole team getting litty
We bout to eat so make it pretty
Season it flambé
That's a hell of an entree
Yeah they call me D'Andre
Listen to what your boss say
And you know you can't mess
With a nigga
Playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Ça, c'est moi
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Je suis le seul chef
Ça, c'est moi
Ça, c'est moi
I can't keep on playing the games
You can't offend me keep taking the blame
All in your head but you're faking the fame
You niggas is rats, I cook with the flame
Whip in the skillet you hate it's a shame
Look at you rappers who all sound the same
This is my time now that I can reclaim
You ain't about it you're lame, you're lame, you're lame
Credits
Writer(s): D'andre Pyke
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