Young Roddy - Ex Girls lyrics

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Young Roddy - Ex Girls lyrics

Another story to tell, another coin in the wishing well Pulling tear, as the joining here, 36 grams on the digital scale 300 for the zipper, a little bit over an ounce, but that's my n***a Bring it over by these b**hes, we get twisted like twizzlers Flicking through these television channels, settle on Cartoon Network Or the Animal Planet Rubbing her a**, she want me to run through it Like a stack of cash, blowing money fast Make it back by noon, that's why she moved on But she never moved out of my reach So she creep on the door to get by me And living a dream, even if only a be temporarily She steady behaving devilishly Making any excuse to get loot, sirock a little lemonade Maybe so grape juice Throw it up sip some baby girl you can stay cool Before him, I was her main dude but I knew That I can never keep it true I let her roam, she settle down with the right tangle Old squares n***a, life with no wrist, he miss the danger 2 am champagne outside the airplane hangers Cause a quarter millionaires, we top down and rain them Her hair look good when it's wet, it's curling up I wanna f** We can get high and do it like we used to do it, before we broke up Warrup? I could still f** all my ex girls I'm sure that I could still f** my all ex girls I could still f** all my ex girls I'm quite sure that I could still f** my all ex girls And I took her from another n***a, knowing that sh** could happen to me But still I'm f**ing with her f**ing right She whispered in my ear, she love a n***a truly, I love her back f** if homies judge a n***a Yeah, them long nights, she made it alright A good meal, some good top, we had a day on cloud 9 I had to get through them jeans, she fine as wine Through out them ups and downs, she held it down I even spent my last dime on this dame Her mama moved from the hood, I'm talking miles So tough luck, she told me keep in touch So we chill and f**, smoke our last blunt Done good for a few months and it faded A couple months later she was dating So to my little truelle, I wish you well But tell homie, if I hit it then I own it, aw! I could still f** all my ex girls I'm sure that I could still f** my all ex girls I could still f** all my ex girls I'm quite sure that I could still f** my all ex girls x 2

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