Ex Girl - Mickey Factz, Emilio Rojas

Ex Girl - Mickey Factz, Emilio Rojas

Альбом
Luve.Lust.Lost
Год
2016
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
170020

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Ex Girl

Mickey Factz, Emilio Rojas

The look on the cake, it ain’t always the taste

My ex girl, she had such a beautiful face

I wanted love but not for myself

But for the girl so she could love herself

Listen, my ex-chick's raw, I had to put it to rest

I fuck crazy bitches though 'cause psycho pussy the best

Now shawty sending me texts, spaz and stress

Asking who I’m with and where I am and if I been smashing

I told her yes laughing, I don’t owe you

Baby, you will regret telling me that I don’t know you

The shit is over, you’re lying to get me over every week

It’s an emergency, I finna lose composure

How many times I done told you to just let go of it?

If home is where the heart is, you heartless so now you homeless

Lonely bitch, why you blowing up my phone again?

I killed your self esteem, I give your ego my condolences

Rolling with folks who only know you as a failure

When I met you, you showed your best parts, you like a trailer

And now I’m feeling like your ass done got the best of me

Making sure that your ass is nothing like my next to be

My next girl will be nothing like my ex girl

I made mistakes back then, I’ll never do it again

Oh my next girl, she’ll be nothing like my ex girl

It was a painful death, I got a second chance

Here is a reminder dear, you was a recliner chair

Always trying to fall back from me, now you’re trying to appear

‘Cause you see vagina hairs all around my designer wear

You like «Mickey, please call back honey», funny

Nope, I dropped the dark phoenix, we wasn’t at all speaking

Blind as your ex-man, Cyclops, it was all seeing

You was my Jean Grey until you went psycho on me

Ghost writer ‘cause she was stereotyping for me

You think you know somebody till you see they true colors

Girls being Frankie Lymon, singing why do fools love us?

So for two Summers, she was a true blooder

Breaking my heart but I’m gonna get you sucker

Vampire slayer, can’t fly a prayer for this damn lying trader

Who didn’t stand by and make it work

I hate to jerk all my damn life, you damn right

Even though I fucked her and told her I loved her last night

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