Flowers for my ex Lyrics

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I can't fuck with groupies they want one thing so they all lose me

She got family on west side how she fall in love with nudy

Might be her rapper

Reading too fast I done fucked up

Sad as fuck this our last chapter

Scrolling through my phone

Gallery filled up from what we captured

Let me pour you up

After all that shit you must be stressed

Girl we in the flesh tell me right now was Javaail yo best

Hacking my whole system cast a spell but this wasn't a hex

Head down ask what's in my hand

Just some flowers for my ex

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I pick the phone up you won't answer

Always saying you love a Leo

Then I say man what about me tho

Then you say ok what about you tho

Now I'm so sick just like ne-yo

Go head n pick me last I've been waiting on it like some Fritos

Attach her to my back ima pull you forward but I'm not prancer

The way you put them moves down I always ask why you not a dancer

Slowly going dark really hate you wished our times ain't happen

Every time you cry even tho you mad I'm here with napkins

Fuck them napkins here's my shoulder

Broke your heart I made you colder

Started smoking for the fun

Somehow I turned into a stoner

I think my feelings on the run

Said I'm the only one who's normal

Black dress all black button down

Let's go to sum a lil more formal

I can't fuck with groupies they want one thing so they all lose me

She got family on west side how she fall in love with nudy

Might be her rapper

Reading too fast I done fucked up

Sad as fuck this our last chapter

Scrolling through my phone

Gallery filled up from what we captured

Let me pour you up

After all that shit you must be stressed

Girl we in the flesh tell me right now was Javaail yo best

Hacking my whole system cast a spell but this wasn't a hex

Head down ask what's in my hand

Just some flowers for my ex

JFK pop his top but in this case it stands for roses

He gon' tell a lie

Let me catch the picture cuz he posing

Ian gon' throw a flag so shawty when we cuddle keep on holding

Dying breed last of the girls keep it a hunnid cuz you golden

Play these two beats for me

Then I'll let you know which one I'll kill

Six to twelve twelve to six looks like I got some shoes to fill

Said she gon' take the pickle if I play it right

You know the dill

Send my boy the pack I got faith that he gon' get it flipped