Page Kennedy, Kuniva - W.C.W. lyrics

There she goes posing in front of
A toothpaste-stained mirror
One ass cheek on the sink, LOL-ing
In the meantime, Momma's in the background
Yelling "Better get these kids! I'm
Tired of watching 'em!
And I know damn well you ain't about to
Leave out again with Shaquan and them!
Trifling ass!
Better bring my car back filled with gas
And be up on time in the morning
To get these kids to class!"
She ain't listening: she's on the 'Gram
'bout to make herself a meme posting up
"Too blessed to be stressed" with a
Gang of typos in between
Wanna run with them ballers hoping one day
One of them will call her over to the section
Only thing she gets is
Skee-Lo-type niggas: wish
They were a little bit taller
Oh well, she gon' roll with it anyway
Selfie stick, duckface
Waist trainers strapped on like duct tape
Flossed out in the parking lot, flicking
It in front of somebody's Mustang
Like "Cheese!" all for the likes
Hashtags longer than fake lashes
Make-up looking like more clay than Cassius
Look like the doll from the movie Saw
(so tragic)
Before you think about a double tap
Go through all of her pictures, double back!
Her bed's sitting up like a Barney Rubble mat
That's a concrete slab, but you loving that
What you don't know is

Your WCW be tripping
Your WCW don't bathe right
Your WCW be tweeting from an air mattress
Talking slick
Her private parts ain't shaved right
Your WCW is homeless your WCW's a swallower
Her mama's disappointed, her man beat her
She's turning up and barely sees her kids
But has a million followers

I was wondering why every time I log on
It used to be awesome
Now the feeling is all gone
It's loud as a foghorn
She want me to suffer
Pull out the sharp thorn
But she keeps on posting these doggone
Hot pics!
Hot chicks get likes 'cause they got tit's
She my ex, but when she posts Instagrams
She stick it to me like chopsticks
I'm so thirsty for it to be Thursday
She could be magic, and wouldn't be worthy
All these ups and downs, jumping around
Dropping the pounds, making the sounds
Fall on the ground fuck BURPEES!
And fuck Slurpees!
I'mma keep coming back in the end
My friend: I'm butt herpes!
You're my Woman Crush Wednesday, comprende?
I don't give a fuck, slut! HEARD ME?!
All the followers you got, will not
Stop or kill my true plot
It's got, to be all the hearts, all the darts
That I throw at your photos
Seeing 'em all falling apart
The irony of ironing in Ireland
As I pretend that my revenge
Has nothing to do with this crying
Binge happening at this Ireland inn woo!
Hotel, jotting down hoe tales
From a hoe that I thot I know so well
And I said "thot" on purpose
'Cause, I thought a thot purpose
Was to be worthless i'm not a stalker: I'm
Just good at hoe-watching!
I'm going for it: I'm a
Quarterback with no option
I'm not throwing you away, I'mma keep it!
My Woman Crush Wednesday little secret

Your WCW be tripping
Your WCW don't bathe right
Your WCW be tweeting from an air mattress
Talking slick
Her private parts ain't shaved right
Your WCW is homeless your WCW's a swallower
Her mama's disappointed, her man beat her
She's turning up and barely sees her kids
But has a million followers