[Intro] I was duped, didn't know the truth Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand new I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
[Refren] This is dedicated to my ex lovers Hope that you hear this, never find another Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend Hope you play this at your wedding Yeah, the one I won't attend This is dedicated to my ex lovers Hope that you hear this, never find another Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend Hope you play this at your wedding Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)
[Zwrotka 1] Vultures at the altar tell the pastor to watch his back My girl said she wanted change and then she got a quarterback Well, damn, I ain't no football player But I hit it harder than a football player The girl of my dreams just became a girl And well, we can talk about that later Honeymoon in your hometown, bitch, you broke now Your mama ask about me almost every week He can speak in tongue, talkin' bout "Forever hold your peace" I said peace, please hurry up and kiss so I can eat, mmm Tootsie roll and your tippy toes So much soul that my soul got soul Your auntie and uncle, they love me All your bridesmaids wanna fuck me Your groom look like a broom and it make me "hahaha" Girl, I coulda been your Pap and you be my Remy Ma
[Przed-refren] I was duped, didn't know the truth Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand new I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
[Refren] This is dedicated to my ex lovers Hope that you hear this, never find another Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend Hope your play this at your wedding Yeah, the one I won't attend This is dedicated to my ex lovers Hope that you hear this, never find another Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend Hope you play this at your wedding Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)
[Zwrotka 2: Offset] Yes, I've been balling, yeah Maybachs to Lambos and 'Raris, yeah Fresh in that Cartier Take off your clothes, we get naughty, yeah Whole party lit, bad bitches everywhere Gang in this bitch, nawfside extraordinaire (gang!) Pipe up the city, the diamonds gon' light up the city I got your girl on the low I slide in it, and then I'ma dodge in it I got her selling her soul Pick up five bags in a row White diamonds look like the Pope Gucci Python on the loafers Yeah, my pinky look just like the ocean It's colder, North Dakota From the bowl to the chauffeurs Having fun in a Rollster, in Milan copping Goyard Now that I'm taking over, your hand out, but I don't owe ya I came from the dirt, soil
[Przed-refren] I was duped, didn't know the truth Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand new I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
[Refren] This is dedicated to my ex lovers Hope that you hear this, never find another Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend Hope you play this at your wedding Yeah, the one I won't attend This is dedicated to my ex lovers Hope that you hear this, never find another Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend Hope you play this at your wedding Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
