CURREN$Y - Ex-Girls Feat. Young Roddy lyrics

rate me

Another story to tell, another corn 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 nigga

Bring it over by these bitches, we get twisted like twizzlers

Flicking through these television channels, settle on Cartoon Network

Or the Animal Planet

Rubbing her ass, 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 nigga, 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 fuck

We can get high and do it like we used to do it, before we broke up,

Warrup?

I could still fuck all my ex girls,

I’m sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls

I could still fuck all my ex girls,

I’m quite sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls

And I took her from another nigga, knowing that shit could happen to me

But still I’m fucking with her fucking right

She whispered in my ear, she love a nigga truly, I love her back

Fuck if homies judge a nigga

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 fuck, 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 fuck all my ex girls,

I’m sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls

I could still fuck all my ex girls,

I’m quite sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls x 2