I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,
You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Every night i stroke hoes
Ex-convict but still behind them bars
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
And i can handle relationships, but shit this bitch got me in too deep
But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep
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
But am i less holy
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion
It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim
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