Rob Ace & Hunter B - Ion Want My Ex Back Lyrics

Niggas in your hallway
Up and down Broadway
Main ave AUDOBON
Niggas selling all day
What the f*ck time you on?
Watches with the blue face
Crip niggas chasing blue money
No Blueface
And I'm still neutral
Bitch I'm a rapper I got niggas that'll shoot you
All that Mike Amiri and that bitch didn't choose you
All this Ralph Lauren horse power that's the usual
Nigga what you used to?
Informants?
Niggas got the rat face
Talking all that shit
You was stuck with a ass face
Gas in the glass case
Cash in the shoe box
Bitch trynna f*ck me?
But she made it too hot
Chains what we been had
Pain what we been had
Man I'm still the same
Hitting flames that I been had
And I want a rolls Royce
And I want a new coupe
Shitting on my ex
Pockets fat honey boo boo
Niggas trynna set me up
Kill em I ain't letting them
F*ck George Zimmerman
F*ck Con Edison
And we still in slavery
Working like some Mexicans
But I'm still Dominican
And my diamonds wrestling
Drive like a speed chase
Gas on E, smoking gas on the E way
Smoke don't let me see hate
Dino got dinero
Harry got the queros
Plug Studios
In the BX like Mero
Mero
AYE
And I don't text back
Bitch aggy, and she knowing that her sex wack
Pop a addy now I'm onto my next rack
I don't want love
Ion want my ex back
Roll up, crush up, ima flex that
All these dumb bitches round me just a set back
And I'm plotting how to hustle up my next pack
Bitch I'm popping I don't even want my ex back
Ion want my ex back
Said Ion want my ex back...
(Shit, f*ck)
(Inhales, exhales smoke)
(Watch out the opps)
She see the wrist locked
But we don't do no handcuffs
Had to put him on a t-shirt
Sad he ran up...
You bitches playing disrespect
And got ya man bluffing
Call the coroner for debts
I got ya man covered
Harlem blocks get longer
When you don't know the waters
You could f*ck with the buyers
Or you could meet the owners
Ain't on that college shit
But I been handing out diplomas
Gas is potent with cologne
Y'all recognize Aromas
Shit...
What ya life like?
You could probably get a verse
If ya price right
She wanna come through to the city
See the night lights
1st Ave always hitting for the right price
Yea
She aggy I don't text back
Yea
And she mad that her sex wack
Ha, Bitch mad I don't text back
(Laughs)
Yea
F*ck that bitch