Thoughts About My Ex

Lyrics
[Intro] (Vibin' out right on the West) (Damn, Skipass) [Chorus] Lace up my boots and go put on my ski Stand to my P, I been walkin' the beat Me and my dog poppin' fresh out a leash Let's have a meeting, my family gone eat This how it's gotta be, came out of poverty I ran my diamonds up, now they acknowledge me Straight out of college, that pussy the freshest Come to my class baby, I'm teaching lessons I light the fire, the tool One of the hottest, ain't nothing to prove 24 mil' on my brain like I'm Uzi Cardigan Chanel, this not no Coogi Trappin' these bennel', the perc approvеd Hit 'em with big nails, drill if he moving House on thе hill, this watch costed a crib Thoughts 'bout my ex and I ain't fucked her in years [Verse] Girl what you want, you can charge me the bill Don't call my bluff, we be spinning for real Cook up like Amu, I came out the field Yeah I be cheating, but I need some real Bae stay with me, you know playas fuck up I chill with these thotties, no they are not cuffed She gone leave me the racks like the bando it's stuffed Boy is a feeling the same just like love Can't be my homie if you fuck with them niggas You know they will get you, that shit kinda sus Backstabbing niggas, get hit with some triggers That scope on the stick and I can't wait to bust He pussy, he wipe 'fore he flush I hold a bankroll, fuck a grudge Waiting for the sun to shine And they know I came from the mud [Chorus] Lace up my boots and go put on my ski Stand to my P, I been walkin' the beat Me and my dog poppin' fresh out a leash Let's have a meeting, my family gone eat This how it's gotta be, came out of poverty I ran my diamonds up, now they acknowledge me Straight out of college, that pussy the freshest Come to my class baby, I'm teaching lessons I light the fire, the tool One of the hottest, ain't nothing to prove 24 mil' on my brain like I'm Uzi Cardigan Chanel, this not no Coogi Trappin' these bennel', the perc approved Hit 'em with big nails, drill if he moving House on the hill, this watch costed a crib Thoughts 'bout my ex and I ain't fucked her in years
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Credits
- Writers
- Lil Gotit
- skipass
- West (USA)
- Frankie Bash
- Bak