And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes
You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock
Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot
My ex-hoes keep ballin out,
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
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