You remind me of my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo
Then i did some spanks with my four objects called planks
I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants
My so called mates all turned to snakes
And i ain't got what it takes
Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho
But now the dough like kaiser bro
For happiness, we livin like every day's urgent
I'm asking my so called homies who say we're no different,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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