And these shape-shifting hoes
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame
You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho
Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex
So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot
Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot
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