Lyrics:
blood ties to the tabloid mill
Not 100's of K of catch and kill
Not my gag ordered ex-spouse
Not my gold plated outhouse
But he is my president
But he is
rickity rock
Im ticking
My finger is itching
No tik in my tok
Got a tick in my glock
X'd out, get you blocked
Just like my ex spouse
Get you caught
I'm
own house
Bloody carpet from my ex spouse
Wait she was a week late
I promise you she took her own life
Now shit
Now I be fucked up
Police asking for
girlfriend
this the headspace i was in, know that it was well meant
i open the door and walk into [CENSORED] house
i open the door and see your ex spouse
trees
Are the tallest and the loudest
I'm keyed like ex spouses
But don't need any counseling
Because when you see me I'm smiling
Smile just smile
No
make me smile even when I'm stressed out
Stroke my ego, say I'm the best out
I'm never held against the mistakes of your ex spouse
You held me down,
the blunder
count
See higher numbers in the bank account
making better choices from we moved out of
mothers house
Made you first one your ex
Then you
wasn’t a spouse
FedEx drivers have fucking routes
The story of mephisto and Faust
Need some shrooms got any cowes
I’m on fire hope I do t get doused
take someone elses spouse and create an ex
Then sometimes you just get drunk and act stupid
If shes the one that left then that means im on the right
If
Keep fuckin' around and I'ma steal your fuckin' breath
Steal your fuckin' bread, rob your fuckin' house
Fuckin' on your ex, nutted on your spouse
Once we
know what time it is?
Nigga, it's fuckin' "Prime Time"
Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse
Young Black, Black God ()
You are now listening to
Your
House house house and a spouse Car and a watch
House and a spouse car and a watch Spouse spouse spouse and a house
Car car car car in a watch I put
-dog an ex-house
He played footsies with
A dead mans spouse
Then the Marlboro man
Dug him an early grave
He's a company man
He's a company man
Listen to this track bitch!
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin' propane on the jet
Bitches doin' cocaine
nearer to my house
Now, where's her spouse? I don't know
So, I don't ask, I don't probe
I just, get in six, get out on Rov'
Let her, sip on Cris', go
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin'
stick
I never tickle
'cause to tickle is the spouse of quick
Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined
I think of darkness when I'm in
A Prague state
the power of (love)
But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon-to-be-spouse's moan?
on
And thanks to my moms
And some help from Nickie Bonds
I was raised in ways of a Don
They gas me like Exxon
Had me dealin' with ex cons,
Frontin'
hate you bad
And I took you from your ex, she can take you back
And I took you from your ex, she can have your ass back
By now, yes, we should've
to fuck the tutor
Her ex man drove a Mercury Cougar
I hit him with this maneuver he just couldn't recooper
We got vouchers to stand on these couches
James
the power of (love)
But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon-to-be-spouse's moan?
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