Problem - My Ex lyrics
[Problem - My Ex lyrics]
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking 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
Fck ain't nice
My new thang yeah we arguing too though
But that bitch don't fck 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 fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
My girl tripping, I don't give a fck
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 fck
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 fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
I ain't really trying to fck
No random girl tonight
I'd rather fck 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 fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Problem, yeah, I didn't mean to
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking 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
Fck ain't nice
My new thang yeah we arguing too though
But that bitch don't fck 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 fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
My girl tripping, I don't give a fck
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 fck
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 fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
I ain't really trying to fck
No random girl tonight
I'd rather fck 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 fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fcking my ex
Fcking my ex, fcking my ex, my bitch trippin
Problem, yeah, I didn't mean to