Ex/Preach

Its Five pm
I get a text
It's my ex
She say she want the sex
I want the check
I want the check
She tryna' get me out my money
Because she know I'm next
She know I'm next
She know I'm next
Sending me emojis, talking about I'm tryna' flex
Ain't no flex
Bitch this ain't no flex
Bitch you just an ex

Its Five pm, I get a text she just an ex
Its Five pm, I get a text she just an ex
Its Five pm, I get a text she just an ex
Its Five pm, Its Five pm

I pull up
Hoes at my feet
No this ain't South Beach, but I'm bringing that heat
Lowercase T
Niggas telling me to preach
Nigga if you reach, nigga I teach
SRT
Speeding in this fast lane, bitch I feel free, niggas can't see me
Last night with yo' girl, It felt like WWE
She passed with all A's
Now she finna' get a D



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Writer(s): Robert Grimes
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