Guess i’m different than most
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim
Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame
My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned
Long as she come to me first
Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop
Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot
But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line
But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
While i'm making history
It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim
Everybody finger point in your direction
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