Fans Into Exes

April 24, 2024
I just dodged me a bullet

Turning fans into exes
Hoe squirted for the first time once I landed in Texas
Woah, G-spot never been hit, who them lames you had sex with hoe?
Wanted her some merch and so I came in a necklace
Let it dangle from your neck, bitch

That shit meant for ashes when your grandmama die
Once I broke up with my ex, this bitch was standing in line
Like damn, about time
DM'd once her planets aligned
She planned for demise, the second that she planted them eyes
I'm a damn, dirty dog, but I got animal rights
Animal lefts, this ain't what I planned to be said
But damn, you a mess
I'll pay for your sanity test
Had your manic episode, and now I'm thankful I left
What a plot twist
All the lovey-dovey shit, it was nonsense
Little girl with a soul full of garbage
Everything I said, I meant it wholehearted
Dodged me a bullet, should cast me in Matrix
Don't try to pull shit right after I've made it
Keep smashing them lil' dicks, imagine the greatest
Here's some more shit you can add to your playlist

Turning fans into exes
Hoe squirted for the first time once I landed in Texas
Woah, G-spot never been hit, who them lames you had sex with hoe?
Wanted her some merch and so I came in a necklace
Let it dangle from your neck, bitch
Turning fans into exes
Hoe squirted for the first time once I landed in Texas
Woah, G-spot never been hit, who them lames you had sex with hoe?
Wanted her some merch and so I came in a necklace
Let it dangle from your neck, bitch

Huh huh, shit real dirty in the streets these days
Heart going down where my feces lays
Hoes ain't even worth cheesy dates
Anyway, huh huh, anyway
Rowdy Boy, check in for the release date
Ten toes down in my drinking phase
Should've known better with my sleazy ways
Six red flags, don't let her ride!
No more smashing under 25!
I don't care who, what, where, when, or why
Turn into a woman you don't recognize
The tat on your leg will forever lie
Flowers from grenades, but you're weaponized
Wrote some unreleased love songs, never mind
Hope you hear this shit like seven times
Fuck it, purpose served
Perfect swerve, 'fore you work my nerves
Blessing turned to curse
Shit got stirred, now this bridge is burned
That was just your turn
Fucking learn not to mix your words
No go learn this verse and the first
Forward and in reverse



Credits
Writer(s): Theodore Guillory
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