Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck
I could have jumped but i got dumped
Lets come up to my city
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
Dumped her unconscious body in the back of my car and drove away/
Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day
Monday through monday we be cashing checks
You were the one that wants to be my ex,
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse
Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers
It is breaking me down, no more friend around
Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes
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