Twice - Waffle House lyrics

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Twice - Waffle House lyrics

Okay, I made a motherf**ing statement. If you don't like my statement, b**h, unfriend me and don't go telling your fat sloppy nasty budding a** friend what the f** I said. What I said was is if you were in Waffle House and you in the club every night and your kids ain't there, you don't need to be there. So n***as talking about a hit dog with holler, b**h you got ran the f** over with that statement, because b**hes, y'all the first b**hes that hit me up. The b**hes that I was actually talking to never said nothing but I guess I am talking to you now. If you in the club and your child is not motherf**ing paid for okay, don't tell me about me not having my kids, my oldest son is taken care of. My second son I probably don't have and that's gotta do with some sh** with my momma but I don't need to f**ing explain it. Like I motherf**ing said, b**h, don't be in the motherf**ing club and motherf**ing that Waffle House and hungover and can't get up the next morning to feed your motherf**ing kids. So if you felt hit, b**h I was talking to you. While you're worrying about me and what kids I got, find out where the f** your wife is b**h, because that's the b**h that upgraded you and made you who the f** you was. You ain't never taken care of your kids Nunu, did you forget I always had London? You didn't even know how to change her diaper you sloppy body a** b**h. Talking about how you have money, b**h you got like 6 fast food jobs like a motherf**ing Mexican. When in the f**, when in the f** did you become a boss b**h. Your b**h was still paying all the bills and your broke a** doing sh** while you're running around and talking motherf**ing sh**, don't worry about me. Find you a b**h that don't gotta upgrade you that you can actually upgrade. And she's about to get kicked out soon, when the f** is that motherf**ing warrant gonna hit that motherf**ing door hoe. You never know what the next b**h know about you. I just don't give a f**. Don't come to me about my kids, b**h, because it has been several times I was finna whoop that a** and you ain't want none, you wanted to be sisters. So b**h, here's your sister giving you a word of advice. If that motherf**ing status touched you so much b**h, go home, feed your kids, put the drink down with your beer belly having a**, okay, and worry about your kids, okay. Again, Dora, since you wanna pa** motherf**ing messages when I just told your monkey a** I wasn't talking to you, how about you pa** this one because I'm talking to the both of you motherf**ing hoes. Don't call me sister and play two-face with Nunu and tell her that I'm talking about her, because b**h it wasn't nothing about you, I don't give a f** about you. Y'all ain't got sh** that I f**ing want. Both you b**hes sleep together, I sleep in my own f**ing house. Both you b**hes work fast food and airport jobs. b**h, I sit behind a desk. Don't worry, I'll motherf**ing wait. I'm self motherf**ing made making more than $800 a motherf**ing day off nothing. I ain't gotta sell p**y or shake it, unlike Nunu was selling p**y at one point in time and you still ain't got no dollars. That's why you reserve to flipping motherf**ing burgers and “Can I take your order?” face a** b**h. Don't f**ing try me. How about you try a b**h that you can motherf**ing try. Now back to my motherf**ing son because yes, unlike you b**h, his dad did take him but at least I know who his dad is. Do you know who London's daddy is? Do you know who yellow boy's daddy is? AH, I think the f** not you trick a** b**h or is it your uncle that you claim he used to go with all the time. Run these motherf**ing hands that you feel hit, b**h

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