Milan, when I was a kitten We'd sit and sing old songs Milan, when I was a kitten We'd sit and sing old songs In my head, listening to wind chimes Married
Cause that's all I want So come back stop messin' with my head She was my summer love Then it got serious She moved back to her momma?s And got delirious She went back with her ex
let people be themselves There is no other trick 'my lover stole my girlfriend' 'i keep beating up my ex' 'i want to kill my neighbour' 'my daughter's selling sex' 'my s/m lover
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
my baby looking great, That's why I... and no single light! Is she all talk about her ex-man? Cause see,... on an ex-man. I treat, I love her like
it's a shock Sounds like fireworks or a gun on the next block Ah, hookywooky with you Your ex-lover satchel is here from france Yet another ex They
, can't you see Together you and me could be so special, baby? Our feelings get greater a million days later Talkin' all night, "Please stay up" but here comes ya ex
little romance She waan to get wild but she neva had a chance When, she seh she neva had it so deep So right now I'm di man she definetly wanna keep Har ex
my folks I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes Bitches come a dime a dozen So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex
it, Making shawty at your ass ...like my next to it. Chorus: My ex girl, ...my ex girl, I'm in the six ... I never do it again My next girl be ...my ex
skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex
like I'm in high school And I don't sale crack to my African brothers I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers So go ahead bitch pop the X So I
milli is in thee dresser For any motha f'er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter Step into death your ex messing with a keffer Never let your lover
Chorus 40 percent lover, 10 percent playa, 10 percent stunner, no percent hater, 40 percent hotty, add it up mami, 100 percent all man, 40 percent lover
REVEAL TO ME ALL YOUR ANCIENT SECRETS THAT SILENTLY BREEDS IN YOURS HEART She holds gently in her hands She has the wind of despair The hearts of dead lovers
Mmm, oh yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh yeah Allow me to introduce myself As the Big Daddy Kane A smooth lover from around the way That's bound to drive any bitch
your secret very well, ya'all (Outta money!) (Talk a-bout the No Tell Motel, now) (Call your ex up) ooh!(try it) Where you can go and raise hell (Call your ex