Text From Your Ex (feat. Tinashe)

I got a text from your ex, boy

She said to look through your texts, boy

I'm not the kinda girl to snoop but I had a feeling too

And now, I'm looking for my next boy

See, I got a text from your ex girl

And she was telling me where you were last night

I was chilling on my own, thinking you're alone

You were having sex with your ex girl

Yeah, one text from my ex

You're not worth flexing my ex

You know I got a rep to protect

You know I never let it get to my head

Yo, I never get vexed till you're wet

My DJ bring his decks on the jet

Came out but you put me on the sofa

I know you wanna get my respect

I don't know why you moved to Mass

What's the point you're tryna prove again?

Uh, there you go, getting loose again

But you tryna win, but you lose again

And you hanging round those bougie ants

And you got girls but you're using them

But you're getting high, got to loose them jeans

Gonna love you long time, but when you was a ten

I got a text from your ex, boy

She said to look through your texts, boy

I'm not the kinda girl to snoop but I had a feeling too

And now, I'm looking for my next boy

See, I got a text from your ex girl

And she was telling me where you were last night

I was chilling on my own, thinking you're alone

You were having sex with your ex girl

Life ain't is what it seems to be

Tryna work out what it means to me

Nowadays, everybody want a piece of me

Notorious, south, west, and east, y'all

That why I look seas, so the sea could breathe

Used to check the China man for the DVD

He and I reminisce sometimes

The time for PCE, still in LA getting lean with Dee

I don't know why you moved to Mass

Who you are from who's your friends

I've got space for you and two in the Benz

Ain't a one night stand if we do it again

But now, me in amnesia

Brandy or Moesha

After referendums

Girl, I've still got that visa

Oh, I can't believe you've done this

I told you, I take no shit

And you were supposed to love me

Then I got a text from your ex

All summer night, reaching for nine

On standby, 365

You get high and you testify

Who's that girl? You let me lie

All summer night, reaching for nine

On standby all of the time

You get high and you testify

I got a text from your ex, boy

She said to look through your texts, boy

I'm not the kinda girl to snoop but I had a feeling too

And now, I'm looking for my next boy

See, I got a text from your ex girl

And she was telling me where you were last night

I was chilling on my own, thinking you're alone

You were having sex with your ex girl