Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Yeah, I cut them off in an instant
It is what it is, it ain't what it isn't
I was trying to make it, you ain't had the vision
We was making music, you ain't ever listen, no
But I'm on some new shit now, on some new shit now
Don't try to confess cuz I knew it, ow
Ain't no surprises here, nah ain't no surprises
I know you getting twisted every night out wyling
Keep on driving, though
Gaining mileage
Back & forth to Vegas
Call that party problems
Wish I could fix them
But it ain't no use
Keep on getting lifted
Roll another zoot
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you why you why you why you
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Heard you wanna be on good terms, huh
Should've thought of that before, lesson learned, huh
On to the next, I'm a flirt, yuh
Heard you a mess, throwing dirt, yuh yuh
Should've listen to my intuition
Always acting like it was just some superstition
But this ain't no Stevie Wonder, I got the vision
Music in my genes, that's some True Religion
That's cold shit, act like I'm the culprit
It's bullshit, cuz you're full of it
Think you hold the trigger but I'm pulling it
And it's over with
I ain't hearing it
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you why you why you why you
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
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Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Yeah, I cut them off in an instant
It is what it is, it ain't what it isn't
I was trying to make it, you ain't had the vision
We was making music, you ain't ever listen, no
But I'm on some new shit now, on some new shit now
Don't try to confess cuz I knew it, ow
Ain't no surprises here, nah ain't no surprises
I know you getting twisted every night out wyling
Keep on driving, though
Gaining mileage
Back & forth to Vegas
Call that party problems
Wish I could fix them
But it ain't no use
Keep on getting lifted
Roll another zoot
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you why you why you why you
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Heard you wanna be on good terms, huh
Should've thought of that before, lesson learned, huh
On to the next, I'm a flirt, yuh
Heard you a mess, throwing dirt, yuh yuh
Should've listen to my intuition
Always acting like it was just some superstition
But this ain't no Stevie Wonder, I got the vision
Music in my genes, that's some True Religion
That's cold shit, act like I'm the culprit
It's bullshit, cuz you're full of it
Think you hold the trigger but I'm pulling it
And it's over with
I ain't hearing it
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you why you why you why you
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Yeah, I cut them off in an instant
It is what it is, it ain't what it isn't
I was trying to make it, you ain't had the vision
We was making music, you ain't ever listen, no
But I'm on some new shit now, on some new shit now
Don't try to confess cuz I knew it, ow
Ain't no surprises here, nah ain't no surprises
I know you getting twisted every night out wyling
Keep on driving, though
Gaining mileage
Back & forth to Vegas
Call that party problems
Wish I could fix them
But it ain't no use
Keep on getting lifted
Roll another zoot
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you why you why you why you
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Heard you wanna be on good terms, huh
Should've thought of that before, lesson learned, huh
On to the next, I'm a flirt, yuh
Heard you a mess, throwing dirt, yuh yuh
Should've listen to my intuition
Always acting like it was just some superstition
But this ain't no Stevie Wonder, I got the vision
Music in my genes, that's some True Religion
That's cold shit, act like I'm the culprit
It's bullshit, cuz you're full of it
Think you hold the trigger but I'm pulling it
And it's over with
I ain't hearing it
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you with my, yeah
Why you why you, uh
Why you why you why you why you
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Why you with my ex, ay
Quit trying to flex, ay
I see through all your bullshit like an X-Ray
Tell me how my tongue tastes
F*cking up my fung shui
Finna smoke a half a pound till my lungs fade
Writer: YAAKOV SCHWARTZ
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