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Problem

My Ex

 

My Ex


Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin

Last time I see my ex she was at a ride, heads up, face cute, body holding tight
When we were together yeah we had all the fights,
Arguing everyday bout damn show fuck ain't nice
My new thang yeah we arguing too though, but that bitch don't fuck me like you though
Mommy used to my numero uno, I'm drunk in this speech, where you at, what you do though?

Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin

My girl tripping, I don't give a fuck
She a text message away from being dumped
Always on me, telling about I'm cheating,
Going through phone every time a Nigga sleeping
Yes straight beasting, all alone Nigga, hacking my Facebook, stalking on my Twitter
She ain't never all, she be on all sides, and if ain't with her she gonna call all night

But no I know my ex, she knows what's up, I'm a hit her up, hopefully she'll let me fuck
Even though we're in the bed, and I'm sipping on this liquor, cause...
But you boy you kinda miss her, miss her

Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin

I ain't really trying to fuck no random girl tonight
I'd rather fuck something I'm gonna like
Somebody say it's wrong but it feels so right
Yeah, So right, feeling so right, called on my ex she ain't putting no fight
A Nigga... low, she's been texting all night said her man's out of town like a sexy dawn night
When I jump back in I'm a show off, take her clothes off, then... touch off
My girl texting back the bag straight going off
Put up to my ex hot... turn my phone off

Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin

Problem, yeah, I didn't mean to.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?