Перевод: еХ безопасности. Подальше от тебя.
, ex-homey, ex-lover So stop the phone calls, voicemails, etc. Shawty keep the ring, forget the day I ever met ya [Repeat 1] Ex Ex Ex (Ex)
ALL Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7 This is for the grown and sexy, uhh You're so contagious, I can't take it Have my baby, let's just make it Ex
he comes home, he's relaxed with pep He always got a gift for me, everytime I see him A lot of snot nose, ex-flames couldn't be him He never ran a corny
to kick some poetry Her whole shit was directed to the Dwele G While at the same time grimmin at my ex lady Lazy I think you better call security Thangs
, comin' through L or Tampa on vogues In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hood rat ho She got three kids and about four goals She serve her pop ex and fuck other
onto you Hes just my ex (f ur ex) Hes just my ex (f ur ex) Hes just my ex (f ur ex) And I think hes cool (then go f ur ex) Does my girl tink me a dunce
get a little more Or something more secure In the house cuddled up on the couch With the woman adore Or in the streets steady breaking the law Or creeping with my ex
when he comes home, he's relaxed with pep He always got a gift for me every time I see him A lotta snot nose, ex-flames couldn't be him He never ran
little skinny curly fries I might feel important As a security guard And I'd love to lean on you When times get too hard, hey Maybe I'll be the overweight Ex
There's a gentleman that's going 'round Turnin' the joint upside down, Stool Pigeon, ha tja tja tja He's an old ex-con that's been away Now he's back,
Roy Jones fight in the third row Chick like Cease, you the hottest I heard yo I'm like yeah right trick Wish like words yo I spin around see my ex I
D is sippin' some Appleton Usually the things I desire I always apprehend Back again, return of the mack again "Deceiving" was cool, I'll never record the track again Even though my ex
powerful machine gun stun Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulance, lights bright Paramedics fetish your legs with eggs chicken hatch Can't find too they dead ex
a bigtown store Security floors one to four They had cameras in the clothes dummies. A man came up to them He wanted sex in the dummies eyes Then came up the cry: "Security
it off, Banks stole my last years income I'm a boss, made up for what I lost, Cross my heart I never lie oh god don't let me die, Fuck security guards
a little more Or something more secure In the house cuddled up on the couch With the woman adore Or in the streets steady breaking the law Or creeping with my ex
