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Your Ex Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Step your game up, bulimic life I done came up
Pitched a game, no hitter and I ain't change up
Secret affairs, wait for the texts all clear
A few shots of belvedere we swingin' from chandeliers
You pay for the tits, I pay for some beers
Shawty for the streets, and you went to de Beers
Hate to see her, to know why her makeup be smeared
Shawty a hotbox, I'm givin' y'all less than a year
Your nigga found out she was up in my spot
On God, nigga, she be comin' a lot, cumin' a lot
Drinkin' your beer while I'm up in your spot with massages and rocks
Dappin' your niggas while I'm on your block
Vegetarian, but I feed her the cock
No socks on when I'm up in the twat
She sittin' you down with that we need to talk, it's over
We gettin' them checks alright
Now she want the sex alright
You gettin' that text tonight
Just became your ex tonight
She wanna text me
I don't want no mess
Face the fact she just became your ex, yeah
We gettin' them checks alright
Now she want the sex alright
You gettin' that text tonight
Just became your ex tonight
She wanna text me
I don't want no mess
Face the fact she just became your ex
I used to live just like y'all
But I was misguided
Now it's like a get away with murder
Judge and jury done mistried it
You cuffin' on that shawty
That be lookin' like the wrong move
Fell off like the Titanic
She's not the one I'd hold on to
As a youngin' I didn't choose the game
Had to know the game chose me
I touchdown in that poonani
You stuck sittin' in the nosebleeds
I don't trust no lip service
Much rather get hip service
That means she ride the boy
Cowgirl, how them hips swervin'
I get inside like I got the scoop
She need some air, I drop top the coupe
My game tight, so I aim right
Free throw, my time to shoot
PSA, I address the nation
If you had a cologne, I'd call it desperation
They cancel on you, but run to me
Feindin all in my bed waiting, I'm gone
We gettin' them checks alright
Now she want the sex alright
You gettin' that text tonight
Just became your ex tonight
She wanna text me
I don't want no mess
Face the facts, she just became your ex, yeah
We gettin' them checks alright
Now she want the sex alright
You gettin' that text tonight
Just became your ex tonight
She wanna text me
I don't want no mess
Face the facts, she just became your ex
She knows we be ballin
While y'all niggas stallin
She wanna be outside
I make that ass fall in
Like the way I stack chips
But knows I am all in
Keep that ass topless
Like all of my foreigns
I know what she likes, yeah
Wanna get that pipe, yeah
Wanna go all night, yeah
And she knows I'm right, yeah
More bitches the merrier, always be the slogan
Keep that ass in a headlock
Call me Hulk Hogan
I ain't for the small talk
I get to the pokin
She can catch this right now
No need for some tokens
Call that bitch Wawa
Cause she stays open
Leave that mattress soakin
Fuckin' thought provoking
Fuckin' thought provoking
We gettin' them checks alright
Now she want the sex alright
You gettin' that text tonight
Just became your ex tonight
She wanna text me
I don't want no mess
Face the facts, she just became your ex, yeah
We gettin' them checks alright
Now she want the sex alright
You gettin' that text tonight
Just became your ex to-night
She wanna text me
I don't want no mess
Face the facts, she just became your ex, yeah