Waffle House
Uh
She wanna lick on my gold teeth
Uh
She suckin slow lookin up at me
Top me up back seat watch for the police
Uh
Told her meet me at the Waffle House
Switch the zip code and I move to the damn south
Turn up the bando I stand on the damn couch
She tryna roll up the tinted
Whatever you wanna do baby I'm wit it
All star Millz bitch I fuck up the kitchen
Uh yeah
She gone meet me at the Hilton
I'm the man wit the plan you gone get filled in
She grab my hand and she told feel it
Fountain ocean I'm goin swimming
I just took her to the lake
Now she tryna gimme a slice of tha cake
She want drinks at the bar
Now I want some top in the back of the Über car
Nast nasty
A plumber wit pipe and she calling me daddy daddy
Give her back shots and she want me to smack it
Uh
She want my name on her throat
Choker chain wit the solid gold rope
Stupid bands I ain't gone tell her no
Bank teller comin wit envelopes
She gone eat it up she know she the goat
Imma drown in that shit and I know I can't float
Got the Bee in the spider web now you can't go
Oh no!
She wanna lick on my gold teeth
Uh
She suckin slow lookin up at me
Top me up back seat watch for the police
Uh
Told her meet me at the Waffle House
Switch the zip code and I move to the damn south
Turn up the bando I stand on the damn couch
Uh
She wanna lick on my gold teeth
She suckin slow lookin up at me
Top me up back seat watch for the police
Uh
Told her meet me at the Waffle House
Switch the zip code and I move to the damn south
Turned up the bando I stand on the damn couch
She wanna lick on my gold teeth
Uh
She suckin slow lookin up at me
Top me up back seat watch for the police
Uh
Told her meet me at the Waffle House
Switch the zip code and I move to the damn south
Turn up the bando I stand on the damn couch
She tryna roll up the tinted
Whatever you wanna do baby I'm wit it
All star Millz bitch I fuck up the kitchen
Uh yeah
She gone meet me at the Hilton
I'm the man wit the plan you gone get filled in
She grab my hand and she told feel it
Fountain ocean I'm goin swimming
I just took her to the lake
Now she tryna gimme a slice of tha cake
She want drinks at the bar
Now I want some top in the back of the Über car
Nast nasty
A plumber wit pipe and she calling me daddy daddy
Give her back shots and she want me to smack it
Uh
She want my name on her throat
Choker chain wit the solid gold rope
Stupid bands I ain't gone tell her no
Bank teller comin wit envelopes
She gone eat it up she know she the goat
Imma drown in that shit and I know I can't float
Got the Bee in the spider web now you can't go
Oh no!
She wanna lick on my gold teeth
Uh
She suckin slow lookin up at me
Top me up back seat watch for the police
Uh
Told her meet me at the Waffle House
Switch the zip code and I move to the damn south
Turn up the bando I stand on the damn couch
Uh
She wanna lick on my gold teeth
She suckin slow lookin up at me
Top me up back seat watch for the police
Uh
Told her meet me at the Waffle House
Switch the zip code and I move to the damn south
Turned up the bando I stand on the damn couch
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Writer(s): Michael Guerich
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