Chance The Rapper - Three Course Meal lyrics

[Produced by Wes P with guitars by Drew Mantia] [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Bam bam, yo So bad for your 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 bu*ter 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 [Verse 2: ProbCause] 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, pa** the bread Spread the love, ash a cig Pour the drink, lick this sh**, do that sh** all over again [Verse 3: Chance the Rapper] 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 ba*tard they said the holy had sent you [Outro: Action Bronson] But still there's nothing better than smoking weed in a Cadillac But still there's nothing better than smoking weed in a Cadillac