Ain't no women at the shows
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist
That means i wanna be the highest
Soon after, all my ears heard was a ring.
You know that love is a very serious thing
You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show
Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho
This prada make me shallow
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"
Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger
Fuckin around so i end up like my brother
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