waffles > pancakes
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Let's go!
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Let's go down to IHOP
After we took about 35 shots
'Cause we'd already be fucked up
So let's treat our taste buds
Ugh, maple syrup like water
But I'll still get twelve waters
'Cause I love my hydration
Call me Mr. Peak Hydration
Oh shit, we got menus
But I already know what I'm gonna choose
But the waiter asked you first instead
And then verbal vomit started to spew
Oh my God, did you say pancakes?
My heart is starting to break
I thought that I loved you
But now I don't even know you!
On our first date, you got some waffles
And then you put the syrup in a bottle
And now you like pancakes?
Oh my God, you're so damn fake
And for Pete's sake
You don't got cake
That's right
I said it 'cause I'm not fake
Waffles are better, and you know it
If you don't agree, then, fight me bitch
Man, what the fuck is on your plate?
You're playing, right?
Okay, you ain't playing
Ugh, fuck me!
Bust up in the IHOP
Kyahn, pass the mic up
Trying to eat a little crunch
Coming with the right top (toppings)
Get yourself some whipped cream
Get yourself some berries
Drizzle on some mother fucking Maraschino cherries
Don't fuck with my ass
Talking shit up in my face
I'll get my Ego's
And I'll beat you 'til your fit in grandma's vase
'Cause I'm a Red Bull powered tweaking ginger
Damn, I lost you there
Listen, make me pancakes
So I don't fight you like a bear
Sneak up on my waffles and catch my stare
Eleven fin a pull up
And she'll lift you in the air
Hopper about to pop a cap
Eleven snapping necks
Unless you give me back my waffles like your handing me a check (facts!)
Pancake lovers got me tripping
I just want a little peace
Hive mindset
Yeah, they working like their fucking bees
I'm getting off track
But, trust me, it's great
You can fight me bitch 'cause waffles are better than pancakes
Okay! Facts!
Maybe you don't understand basic ass concepts like math
Does it make you sad?
Maybe you can't find the joy in a waffle 'cause mommy gets mad
You should get a job
Maybe you cake in the pan on the oven
'Cause daddy got money
And waffles were cheap 'til you put some more love in
But daddy be cold 'cause the paychecks be rolling
(Fight me bitch!)
(Wooo!)
Gotta fight myself before the checks run out
Which means
I got a crisis on my broker's fucking hands
Gotta stock the shelves
Refer myself
Advance to Whales
Like oil dripping on a mother fucking waffle pan
Looking at these goodies
But I know you be looking at them cheeks
I'm tired of this fake ass shit
You know what?
I'm gonna get baked!
Get these bitches out my way
They rather be sucking flapjacks
I don't need these fake as hoes
I run this shit like Jack Jack
Incredible
I'm just sad you lied to me
'Cause love is built on honesty
Now you've got to tell me your secrets, boo
What else have you kept from me too?
Have you had an affair with sandwiches or pizza?
God, you make me sick
From all this food affair you have
I'm gonna beat your ass
Figuratively
'Cause I'ma little pussy
Can't throw fists like Genji
Wait, ninja stars
You're not a star
You're just a big wet fart
WTF
I'm gonna vomit
These bars are gonna make me sick
'Cause I just rhymed star with fart
I'm now gonna turn this shit off
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Let's go!
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles
Let's go down to IHOP
After we took about 35 shots
'Cause we'd already be fucked up
So let's treat our taste buds
Ugh, maple syrup like water
But I'll still get twelve waters
'Cause I love my hydration
Call me Mr. Peak Hydration
Oh shit, we got menus
But I already know what I'm gonna choose
But the waiter asked you first instead
And then verbal vomit started to spew
Oh my God, did you say pancakes?
My heart is starting to break
I thought that I loved you
But now I don't even know you!
On our first date, you got some waffles
And then you put the syrup in a bottle
And now you like pancakes?
Oh my God, you're so damn fake
And for Pete's sake
You don't got cake
That's right
I said it 'cause I'm not fake
Waffles are better, and you know it
If you don't agree, then, fight me bitch
Man, what the fuck is on your plate?
You're playing, right?
Okay, you ain't playing
Ugh, fuck me!
Bust up in the IHOP
Kyahn, pass the mic up
Trying to eat a little crunch
Coming with the right top (toppings)
Get yourself some whipped cream
Get yourself some berries
Drizzle on some mother fucking Maraschino cherries
Don't fuck with my ass
Talking shit up in my face
I'll get my Ego's
And I'll beat you 'til your fit in grandma's vase
'Cause I'm a Red Bull powered tweaking ginger
Damn, I lost you there
Listen, make me pancakes
So I don't fight you like a bear
Sneak up on my waffles and catch my stare
Eleven fin a pull up
And she'll lift you in the air
Hopper about to pop a cap
Eleven snapping necks
Unless you give me back my waffles like your handing me a check (facts!)
Pancake lovers got me tripping
I just want a little peace
Hive mindset
Yeah, they working like their fucking bees
I'm getting off track
But, trust me, it's great
You can fight me bitch 'cause waffles are better than pancakes
Okay! Facts!
Maybe you don't understand basic ass concepts like math
Does it make you sad?
Maybe you can't find the joy in a waffle 'cause mommy gets mad
You should get a job
Maybe you cake in the pan on the oven
'Cause daddy got money
And waffles were cheap 'til you put some more love in
But daddy be cold 'cause the paychecks be rolling
(Fight me bitch!)
(Wooo!)
Gotta fight myself before the checks run out
Which means
I got a crisis on my broker's fucking hands
Gotta stock the shelves
Refer myself
Advance to Whales
Like oil dripping on a mother fucking waffle pan
Looking at these goodies
But I know you be looking at them cheeks
I'm tired of this fake ass shit
You know what?
I'm gonna get baked!
Get these bitches out my way
They rather be sucking flapjacks
I don't need these fake as hoes
I run this shit like Jack Jack
Incredible
I'm just sad you lied to me
'Cause love is built on honesty
Now you've got to tell me your secrets, boo
What else have you kept from me too?
Have you had an affair with sandwiches or pizza?
God, you make me sick
From all this food affair you have
I'm gonna beat your ass
Figuratively
'Cause I'ma little pussy
Can't throw fists like Genji
Wait, ninja stars
You're not a star
You're just a big wet fart
WTF
I'm gonna vomit
These bars are gonna make me sick
'Cause I just rhymed star with fart
I'm now gonna turn this shit off
Credits
Writer(s): Kyahn Ely
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