[Verse 1]
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You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,
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lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a
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mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick
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sweatin' me for money, my name and the dilsnick
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my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit
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she used to say I'd better quit hanging with those derelects
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romancing is my thing but I can't swing with no scheming hoes
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wherever my beema goes you know that I'm driving
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surviving in the 90's is a must so I trust
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that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
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I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
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do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
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now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends
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it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends
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she phones me and goes on about her new life now
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I wish she knew right now
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I think she's busted let's discuss it
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when I was with her no trust, just fights
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just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights
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bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll
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but I'm still gettin' crazy calls, my ex-girl's got balls
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don't wanna play the field cuz I get lovin' at home base
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don't gimme no long face just exit with a grace
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you and I are the past, c'est la vie, much respect girl
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but now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm on with the next girl
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[Chorus]
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[Next]
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[Verse 2]
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she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear
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liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire
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the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief
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from her high-classed antics and all her conceit
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now she's crying wolf and I like don't wanna hear that
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I told her the bear facts when things started out
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she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad
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yo but she'd tried to buy me
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even tempt me with the hiney
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I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly
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I could almost feel I
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would give into her whims
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her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
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I told her hey look I can no longer date ya
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Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank
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many thanks for the time and the watch and the link
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you and I are the past, c'est la vie, nuff respect girl
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but now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm straight with the next girl
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number
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you asked how's my sister then asked how's my brother
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didn't ask about my father cuz you know he ain't like ya
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every time I left for your crib yo he'd really get hyper
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the advice he used to give me makes much sense now
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I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence down
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you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn?
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you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin'
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yes darlin' was fly and this was the problem
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cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin'
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to get her things to wear so when she went to the club
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all eyes were on her and me I just bugged
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caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker
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had to go undercover, get away, find another
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been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too
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I've seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do
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I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one
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and you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon
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went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop
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must I stop? nah I think not
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you and I are the past c'est la vie, much respect girl
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but now you're my ex-girl & I'm out with the next girl
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out...
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[Chorus]
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Ex Girl To Next Girl
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Gang Starr |