Oh, oh, hot, hot damn, damn, look what we done got here
|
I know about your new mans but I overheard that he not here
|
You know how we be out here
|
Creep, creep when you want, 6, 6 in the morning
|
And you be leaving out here
|
You know it ain't nothing else out here
|
C4, you know, I propose, Valley type like Amber Rose
|
Legs up, field goal, I swear I won the Super Bowl
|
Every time, we shut it down
|
Oh yeah, we've been once before here
|
So it's like our anniversary, tone it, tone it, tone it
|
Now every time you turn around
|
That ass make me turn around and pass
|
And then we'll end it fast, right back to the future
|
Swear when she get in her stance, y'all, y'all don't understand
|
I done got caught up in this jam, but I got, got real used to it
|
|
My ex, ex, ex
|
That's my ex, ex
|
Tonight I got my ex, ex
|
You know she, she my, fuck, my ex, ex
|
|
They say that time flies, oh, what up? That's lies
|
30 double Ds, that's thighs
|
Wanna run with me? Fast type
|
Say she miss them old times
|
Smack, smacking that ass, high fives
|
Twisting up that sci-fi, we headed to the Mile High
|
I'm gone man, sky high, king shit, Mufasa
|
You lukewarm, I'm hot, hot, that's why we in our spot
|
That's all night, pull up to the club in all white
|
VIP she be texting me so recklessly, my girl next to me
|
But that's my ex, she do this shit the best
|
And when it comes to PE, she passing all of my tests
|
There you go, oh, get that A
|
Shit, why wait? Sneak her out
|
Am I out of my space, going down memory lane
|
Ain't nothing gonna change, ain't no one to blame but
|
|
My ex, ex, ex
|
That's my ex, ex, ex
|
Tonight I got my ex, ex, ex, ex
|
You know she, she my, fuck, my ex, ex
|
|
-----------------
|
Ex To See
|
| Jeremih |
