Tyler Cash - Waffle House Lyrics

Unc told me life is hard but it's fair
She's a one of one, my lil baby very rare
Who brought the drugs in stanking up the air
I had the dank, I been trapping all year
Fiorucci with the zippers in it (Nice)
328, halos in the lights
Big dog but, I don't got a type
What we throwing up
I'm in this shit for life
Hopped off the porch, had to roll the dice
Viva la Miami, back to paradise
I can't see the hate, sleeping good at night
The way she ate the dick she must've had a appetite
Now I'm going global, alltel mobile
Twenty Eight grams total, or just a lil over
I let her drive the boat while I twist the dope
If I tell her no then she like to do the most
What they talking bout, I'm what the talks about
Two egg scramble plate at the Waffle House
He was speaking on gang better watch his mouth
Cause they don't want to talk it out

Unc told me life is hard but it's fair
She's a one of one my lil baby very rare
Who brought the drugs got it stanking up the air
I had the dank I been trapping all year