Top Chef Neph RXKNephew & Harry Fraud

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[Chorus]
Leave the tomahawk steak for a nigga
Baked beans on the plate for a nigga
Girl, a loaded potato for a nigga
Girl, honey barbecue sauce for a nigga
Home Depot like "I love this nigga"
Walmart like "I love this nigga"
H-h-home Depot like "I love this nigga"
Walmart like "I love this nigga"

[Verse 1]
Pass me the garlic for my juicy T-bone steak
Girl, where the doe boy at? I don't want no Old Bay
I'm outside on the grill, fuck the microwave
I got seafood, steak, ribs on one plate
I snatch ribs off the grill like I'm Uncle Melvin
Them shits hotter than a fuck, bitch, ain't no tellin'
Girl, them tomahawks, let you smell it
Girl, real crab legs, not no imitation
This ain't no tuna salad, this crab salad
This ain't no sardines, girl, this hammerhead
Exquisite eats, Nephew order the hammerhead
Homemade banana bread better than Panera bread
My seafood boil got a shark in it
Before Olive Garden, my sticks been unlimited
[?] like a ten bag
Buy a Blackstone griddle for my birthday

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