Lyrics
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Set this bitch in motion, she's emotional
I ain't tryna make this conversational
If she were really something
She'd still have him, though, mm
Give it up, I done stole your love
You don't think he'll show me when you hit him up
Honey cup, hate to see you stuck
Tryna make him jealous, he don't give a f-
I hate your ex-girlfriend
I don't think that she's appropriate
Someone help her little basic face
And tell her that she's holding onto nothing
I hate your ex-girlfriend
Obvious she ain't found someone yet
I'ma send some flowers to her ego
Then at least she walks away with something
I hate you bitches, I'm misogynistic
Mad at me, but I am not his misses
I hate you, hate you right now
Karma, karma for the ex-bitches
I'm the, I'm the ex-ho, X-rated
You want him, but I made him
Don't get put in a body bag
I get fucked up when I'm faded (huh)
Put a toe tag on her like a French tip
Wrap a bow around your coffin like it's Christmas
You a sick ho, you should make a death wish
Scarlet letter, then I seal it with a French kiss, mwah
Your ex-boyfriend can get it
I be with him 24/7
Heard you're tryna say you're over him
Until you let the alcohol set in
Your mouth still where his name lives
I know it's so frustrating
I stay in his mouth and he can't keep me out of it like, ooh, ah
I hate your ex-girlfriend
I don't think that she's appropriate
Someone help her little basic face
And tell her that she's holding onto nothing
(You want him, but I made him, huh)
I hate your ex-girlfriend
Obvious she ain't found someone yet
I'ma send some flowers to her ego
Then at least she walks away with something
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