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haydn startzel - back at ihop lyrics

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[verse 1: haydn]
it’s sat+rday morning
park in the lot, kick the f+ckin’ door in
yell, “yo, give us a table”
she says, “wait ’til we able”

“all right we able!”

sit down, waters all around
listen to the sound of a breakfast playground
“what can i get you? look at the menu
tell me what you want and that’s what i’ll send you”

“i know what i want but it ain’t on the menu
it comes with eggs, and a side of put it in you”
“boy that’ll cost you a decade and a nickel”
“oh never mind, give me a burger extra pickles”

[verse 2: jpags, (haydn)]
burger for breakfast? that ain’t infectious
i’m getting the split decision
(oh that’s precious
you can’t just have everything you want you f+ckin’ wh0re)
the split decision’s got all i could ask for

food has come, and d+mn she’s looking h+lla good
and honestly, i wanna give that waitress h+lla wood
eyes fixed on that b+ttered up french toast
and check out those two big yellow yolks

crunch down on the bacon crispy as my silk
and finally the pancakes, they’re b+ttermilk
for this price it’s a steal, a misdemeanor
and a sausage? that’s an average ass wiener

yeah there’s some things i’d do to her i probably shouldn’t mention
ain’t it kinda wild ihop is a full sentence?
sorry i’m just too distracted by her ass
it’s time to give the tip and i ain’t talking about just cash

[haydn]
and i was like, “john, obviously i’m not— i’m on the beamer/lil lipz side because you’ve released like two songs and they’re both terrible and they have stolen beats, and it’s like, why wouldn’t i—” “sir, here’s your burger”

[verse 3: haydn, (jpags)]
this sammich boutta drive me wild
got those pickles in a pile
just need my hands no silverware
to dig into that medium rare

burger, that i’m boutta murder
gonna tip that girl so much that it might hurt her
(if it’s so good why don’t you give me a taste?)
nah jpags, get the f+ck out my face

i gotta l!ck all the pickles ’til i get sick and fickle
ticky+wickaly+d+ckle+nickel+mickaly+fickle
(dude your flow may be dope, but the words make no sense)
you need a mouthful of soap, and to zip up your pants
and i ain’t on the fence about this true romance
with this burger because, it just tastes so f+ckin’ good!

- haydn startzel lyrics

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