And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
Fuck fame, fuck money
It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
You think your boyfriend likes you? well i'm the one he's really lovin
Poke out from behind her
My boyfriend is clever
While re-sealing your stitches
Aight santana man...let's do this
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