A Letter to my Ex
This a letter to my Ex, Bigg Lan
I knew not to fuck with you but I took that leap
You hurt my soul lil nigga, yea you cut me deep
This real life at home, boy fuck these streets
My love worth a couple mil, but to you it was cheap
Now it comes with a price tag
Cause I'm a bad bitch, real thick and I got Chanel swag
I'm bossed up, got you real sad
Cause when you lost me, you know you lost the best that you ever had
I did it all right, stayed real sexy
You was mine, put your name on my necklace
We used to fuck and then chill and watch Netflix
I tried to hold you down but you got too wreckless
And I ain't trying to waste no more time
I had your back but you turned and stabbed me in mine
Alone at night thinking bout you got me crying
So next time around I'm gone be the one lying
Trying not to lose you but I lost myself
If I'm gone do bad, I don't need no help
Your trash may be treasure to somebody else cause my new nigga treat me like a trophy on a shelf
Yea now I'm on
They say you never know what you got until it's gone
I was hurt but I left my pain in this song
I'm a rich bitch now, stop calling my phone nigga
I knew not to fuck with you but I took that leap
You hurt my soul lil nigga, yea you cut me deep
This real life at home, boy fuck these streets
My love worth a couple mil, but to you it was cheap
Now it comes with a price tag
Cause I'm a bad bitch, real thick and I got Chanel swag
I'm bossed up, got you real sad
Cause when you lost me, you know you lost the best that you ever had
I did it all right, stayed real sexy
You was mine, put your name on my necklace
We used to fuck and then chill and watch Netflix
I tried to hold you down but you got too wreckless
And I ain't trying to waste no more time
I had your back but you turned and stabbed me in mine
Alone at night thinking bout you got me crying
So next time around I'm gone be the one lying
Trying not to lose you but I lost myself
If I'm gone do bad, I don't need no help
Your trash may be treasure to somebody else cause my new nigga treat me like a trophy on a shelf
Yea now I'm on
They say you never know what you got until it's gone
I was hurt but I left my pain in this song
I'm a rich bitch now, stop calling my phone nigga
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Writer(s): Milandrea Shorts
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