Page Kennedy - W.C.W. lyrics

[Verse 1: Kuniva] There she goes Posing in front of a toothpaste-stained mirror One a** 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 a**! Better bring my car back filled with gas And be up on time in the morning to get these kids to cla**!" 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 n***as: 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 Ca**ius 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 [Hook: Kuniva] 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 [Verse 2: Page Kennedy] 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 tits 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 fu*k BURPEES! And f** Slurpees! I'mma keep coming back in the end, my friend: I'm bu*t herpes! You're my Woman Crush Wednesday, comprende? I don't give a f**, s*ut! HEARD ME?!! All the followers you got, will not, stop or k** 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 [Hook: Kuniva] 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