And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Took me a while just to write those
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse
You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Here they keep a rachet close
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
You were the one that wants to be my ex,
It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense
She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,
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