Ex’s Lyrics – GloRilla
Singer: GloRilla
Title: Ex’s
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don’t be listenin’ to sh#t these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what’s up with me
You see, know what i’m sayin’?
Like, people be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain’t got sh#t good to say about me
Like, know what i’m sayin’?
Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n#gg#s sad (they sad)
Might get ’em tatted on my face bеcause them n#gg#s dead (rеst in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b#tches mad (they cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but i don’t answer, f#ck collect calls (f#ck the system)
And i be steppin’ on these b#tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
And i say, “f#ck a n#gg#,” proudly with my neck tall (f#ck ’em)
Then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p#ss#, boy, this fentanyl (smurk, it’s to die for)
All them hoes still mad at me, right now they #ss cooked (man what?)
Lyin’ on me to get some views on your page, you mad sis?
Labels try to pay for fake relationship, it’s that rough?
Half you hoes be likin’ hoes for real, but we ain’t gon’ cut you off
I been through the mud, i been on my own, i’m rare (i’m rare)
This the first person i cared about, i’m goin’ through phones now (mhm)
Booka f#cked both of my old hoes, they f#ckin’ hate me now
I just start back makin’ love songs, i nda ’em now (can’t trust ’em, let’s get it)
Ain’t too rich to f#ck my old hoes, i make ’em pay me now (ah)
Then she lied now, i ain’t the dada, b#tch don’t hide now
We ain’t no wi-fi, but elon musk, i got you verified
I’m the type of n#gg# spit on her casket at her repass
Might go mini drac’, come from the closet, look like wee man (go)
Trench b#tches, they don’t care ’bout lashes they want ski masks
I just talked to shiesty, i got some killers round ’em, ask him (mm)
This b#tch said her n#gg# just started drinkin’, i had to tax ’em (tax ’em)
Before i had a cat, i had a rat b#tch in a maxima (skrr, skrr, skrr)
I damn near f#cked up three relationships, go and ask ’em (go)
I just saved your #ss (how?)
You just called dede a rapper, he a killer, n#gg#
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n#gg#s sad (they sad)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n#gg#s dead (rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b#tches mad (they cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but i don’t answer, f#ck collect calls (f#ck the system)
And i be steppin’ on these b#tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
And i say, “f#ck a n#gg#,” proudly with my neck tall (f#ck ’em)
Then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p#ss#, boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)
Talkin’ ’bout you don’t eat no p#ss#, man, you n#gg#s gay (eat dick)
n#gg#s that don’t eat no p#ss# really in the way (move over)
Back in the day, i always felt sorry for anna mae
But now i’ll slap the sh#t out of a n#gg# he don’t eat the cake (f#ck out of here, lil’ bruh)
Hittin’ the gas when i be ridin’ it, i don’t use no brakes (damn)
But he just threw that thirty back and now i need a break (god damn)
He tryna prove a point to me because i made him wait (for real)
Thought that boy was finna slow out, but that sh#t was great (that’s how you feel?)
Yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout your bd, man, that n#gg# ate (woo)
She be sayin’ that he ain’t sh#t, to me, that n#gg# straight (he really cool)
I’m outside, she probably thinkin’ i’ma take her place (i might)
And when she found out it was me, i wish i seen her face (on the gang)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n#gg#s sad (they sad)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n#gg#s dead (rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b#tches mad (they cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but i don’t answer, f#ck collect calls (f#ck the system)
And i be steppin’ on these b#tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
And i say, “f#ck a n#gg#,” proudly with my neck tall (f#ck ’em)
Then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p#ss#, boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)
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