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dinner boys (feat. justin alexandre) - pen ultimate lyrics

[bacon bear]
love to eat, love to grub, love to snack
love to wine, dine, chat, and relax
from appetizers to aperitifs
from tuxedos to pickin’ pernil from between your t**th
bacon been the maître d, to the chef de cuisine
and everything in between, cut the custard, get the cream
too spicy for the strangers
danger, danger!
it’s a banger, fried in some chili chicken fingers

[chorus (all)]
who in the f*ck you lookin’ at, son?
don’t you know who i think i am?
dinner boys, dinner boys, dinner boys
oh, there’s a wait at the restaurant?
not for me, baby, linguini for three
dinner boys, dinner boys
i know my halal guy’s halal guy
i get them extra fries for free
dinner boys, dinner boys
i speak french and italian whilst wildin’ and stylin’
compilin’ pesto caprese

[will scrillz]
i show up to a 4*star restaurant in a t*shirt
then start munchin’ lobster ‘til my f*ckin’ t**th hurt
“you want parmesan?”
yeah, b*tch, me first!
and when i’m done, bring me cognac with my reefer
i don’t want that blazer, you don’t like my hoodie?
the way i drink, you know large this check could be?
so bring me some aged whiskey and some pigs’ feet
and no, nothing else, i don’t eat food, miss me!

[red flag]
b*tch, i invented dinner
the spread is linen when i’m breadin’ chicken
just in case the blunt is laced
and i start fiendin’ for the wine with the rustic taste
f*ck this place
if there’s no trace of pasta on the menu
bust a sh*ll
‘bout to drop a lobster in the hen soup
switch it up
‘cause the more you talk, i’m off it
it’s too late
you opened up pandora’s box of chocolates

[bacon]
my order:
chicken fingers with a side of chicken wings
fried chicken, actually, f*ck it, make it a fricassee
waiter’ eye waterin’ as he eyein’ i in disbelief
as me and the pork hind see eye*to*eye and cheek*to*cheek

[flag]
i’m a scoville celebrity, no one ahead of me
they won’t be forgettin’ me, a toast to my legacy
i’ll raise a glass, before i take it back
of course i use my shirt for a napkin
b*tch, it’s made for that

[scrillz]
sir, step away from the buffet, i think you’ve had enough

[flag]
ha! look at this dude, he mad as f*ck

[scrillz]
no! get out of my bar, you’ve had too much!

[flag]
but my mastercard is maxed, this ain’t addin’ up

[bacon]
you think you fine, fine*dine, please
¿tú hablas dinner*ese?
you light cheese whilst bacon gouda or pimento
or luda in memento, tuxedo not rental
haughty instrumental got bacon in ultra*respect mode

- pen ultimate lyrics

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