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Ex Bitch
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ex Bitch was released on November 12, 2020 by JD Productions as a part of the album Void
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AlbumVoid
Release DateNovember 12, 2020
LabelJD Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Dylan Lozano-Valdivia
Jordan Dylan Lozano-Valdivia
Songwriter

Lyrics

Running through the times got me feeling ridiculous
Say wassup, waving hi, but when I leave I’m saying fuck this bitch
In a standstill calling you my witness
But you never did shit, now you on my hit list
Boutta bring the yellow sweater cuz you got the Jacob R lips
Speaking out your mouth, your actions on some diss shit
Women always running out, they meet me and they lip shit
Say you’d take a bullet, but you shot me and you missed it
Yeah, take a bullet for them all
My mind is on another level, yours is on some alcohol
I decide to rip the letters speaking from the past
Babe your mind is hollow like a middle school jelly ball
Take it back to middle school, the root of the madness
When all these girls on your neck but you never talk back
Honey tell me how that’s my fault
When nobody really wants be around you but I want it all
Wait, hold up
You saying fuck my friends but when the shit hits the fan and it’s finally settled
Like a band in the route of all the plans
You decide in your little mind that it would be better
To get in touch, comic sands
Cuz you basic
Fuck your name
Fuck your brand
Fuck your face
Fuck your plans
Fuck your place
Fuck the dances
Fuck all of the dates it was rancid
I was in the clouds when I seen all the scenery
Please baby stay, nah fuck you, preach me
Mini and Mickey, a mili to fix me
Jumbo and jack it’s like little league, pick me
But it’s been a minute I’m forgetting bout the past
Take a little lighter to the little bitch ass
Hold up, I’m forgetting imma let you run it back for me
She gone bounce back like the bitch is made of plastic
Uh yea imma let it go
I don’t rlly wanna let it go
I was in the backyard, no change
When I’m taking off the chain
Ferragamo always strapped around my waist line
Fendi, Prada, Gucci in the back
Middle finger to the late nights, late night tweaking
Post a tweet but it don’t line up motherfucker put a noose around my neck line
Why you asking me when it comes back I’m finna date nine
Don’t you run it back all this material is something that you cannot ever ruin
What you doing, you in motherfucking doom, to the next slide
Take me into Best Buy
Maybe I can finally see something that’s worth my time
When I’m on the mic I don’t hear anything but music
And to all these bitches opinions, you a fucking cube
I call you square, little tighter
Wanna dive in feel the linin
I be bumping the Elton like tiny dancer in my hand
First if I see what I want is enough
When I’m signing, I’m preaching, I’m passing the love
When I fuck up I'm done and I’m back to the one
Call me like I came from the Uptown one
Bury the money right under it don’t sound sus
Call me W.W. Heisenberg
I’m a fucking fiend and it’s all because of you
Race to the next, fuck him fuck you
Written by: Jordan Dylan Lozano-Valdivia
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