WaffleFries
You don't recall my name it's ok
We all met on Tinder, don't you remember?
It was the beginning of December
We all met up at this gallery, skipped the formalities.
Split a Lyft to Tavern, Wood
Good wood hidden in my Balmain trousers
Astounding. Stared at me like I'm wilding
Conversed with dialect of a woman from an island she like... yo
That's right
You're some kind of African and half white (right)
I was just confused by your minty melon
I tell her that's a fresh start
S who you telling?
Yeah you're a wavy dude, is you and your lady cool?
I simply replied
I'm a soul identity
Promoting serenity
Lineage like the Kennedys, Oprah, and the Genevieve's"
Having dinner with the winners every winter finna get a Kicker she like
Yo can I kick it?
Tables turn like a kick flip, on instant-replay
Blurring the vision
My homies like (Damn)
When they got a look of the rear
A wreck so loud that everybody living up in Brooklyn can hear
I got enough sauce to add to whatever cooking in here
I'm here
In your ear
Palms piloting your waist to the snare
Yeah yeah
Why don't we Put this scene to a (skrtttt)
I can see that she likes to be per
Sistent insistent assistant but shorty got tunnel vision
Guess you can conclude
All she sees is me
Go to Lucid and all you see is Dream-Cast (facts)
All I could be is me
Brother pulled up and got the Bimmer cleaned
Firm believe in the bro code
He relieved us for the solo oh no don't worry
He's meeting with his friends wouldn't leave him with no ends
To go home
Fast lane or slow road
Either one I'm picking
I haven't got a thing to lose
All I know is my chickens coming home to roost
Breast and thighs is the best surprise
I'm the naked truth the proof your undressing eyes
Aye Aye
Hope you recognize
As I'm whippin' right and gripping on your inner thigh
Roll the window up cause we getting high
Yeah we getting high, yeah we getting high
Roll the window up cause we getting high
Yeah we getting high, yeah we getting high
Find a Chick-fil-A and we getting fries
And we getting fries, and we getting fried
Almost to your place wanna end the night?
How you wanna end the night?
How you wanna end the night yeah
We all met on Tinder, don't you remember?
It was the beginning of December
We all met up at this gallery, skipped the formalities.
Split a Lyft to Tavern, Wood
Good wood hidden in my Balmain trousers
Astounding. Stared at me like I'm wilding
Conversed with dialect of a woman from an island she like... yo
That's right
You're some kind of African and half white (right)
I was just confused by your minty melon
I tell her that's a fresh start
S who you telling?
Yeah you're a wavy dude, is you and your lady cool?
I simply replied
I'm a soul identity
Promoting serenity
Lineage like the Kennedys, Oprah, and the Genevieve's"
Having dinner with the winners every winter finna get a Kicker she like
Yo can I kick it?
Tables turn like a kick flip, on instant-replay
Blurring the vision
My homies like (Damn)
When they got a look of the rear
A wreck so loud that everybody living up in Brooklyn can hear
I got enough sauce to add to whatever cooking in here
I'm here
In your ear
Palms piloting your waist to the snare
Yeah yeah
Why don't we Put this scene to a (skrtttt)
I can see that she likes to be per
Sistent insistent assistant but shorty got tunnel vision
Guess you can conclude
All she sees is me
Go to Lucid and all you see is Dream-Cast (facts)
All I could be is me
Brother pulled up and got the Bimmer cleaned
Firm believe in the bro code
He relieved us for the solo oh no don't worry
He's meeting with his friends wouldn't leave him with no ends
To go home
Fast lane or slow road
Either one I'm picking
I haven't got a thing to lose
All I know is my chickens coming home to roost
Breast and thighs is the best surprise
I'm the naked truth the proof your undressing eyes
Aye Aye
Hope you recognize
As I'm whippin' right and gripping on your inner thigh
Roll the window up cause we getting high
Yeah we getting high, yeah we getting high
Roll the window up cause we getting high
Yeah we getting high, yeah we getting high
Find a Chick-fil-A and we getting fries
And we getting fries, and we getting fried
Almost to your place wanna end the night?
How you wanna end the night?
How you wanna end the night yeah
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Writer(s): Joseph Wright
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