T-Bar Richie

Lyrics

[Verse]
Richie at the T-bar, she a sight to see,
Built like a Lego set, all angles and glee,
Stumbles to the dance floor, moves like a mess,
Drunk twerk sessions, in a thrift-store dress.

[Verse 2]
She got that swagger, like a gator on land,
Grabbing folks' tips with a shaky hand,
Spends it all quick, before the night’s gone,
Back to fryin' wings, till the crack of dawn.

[Chorus]
Richie got the moves, lacks the grace,
Can't resist the rhythm, feels the bass,
Customers confused, lookin' all around,
Wings hit the table, best in town.

[Verse 3]
Dance floor disaster, but she never quits,
Money in her pocket, thanks for all the tips,
She cook them wings, hot sauce divine,
Best part of the T-bar, every time.

[Bridge]
Stagger to the left, stumble to the right,
Richie’s wings keep the vibe so tight,
Forget them tips, focus on the plate,
Gold in the fried chicken, never too late.

[Verse 4]
Patrons tolerate that shaky demeanor,
‘Cause those wings making taste buds keener,
Twerk gone wrong, nobody gonna mind,
Richie’s flavor game, one of a kind.