Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Man i swear she's bad and she knows
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Then all i really want is for her to go down low
You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,
Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense
My ex-hoes keep ballin out,
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
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