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$ex Talk
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Hip-Hop/Rap
$ex Talk was released on April 11, 2025 by $exlife Entertainment as a part of the album $ex Talk - Single
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Release DateApril 11, 2025
Label$exlife Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboy Rob
Hotboy Rob
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Ortega
Robert Ortega
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NUKKT
NUKKT
Producer

Lyrics

Babygirl is you ready I'ma eat you like spaghetti You got the fatty, you got the wetty
I might fuck it in the telly If you don't got nothin' to say
Then you got nothin' to tell me If that **** ain't treatin' you right
Then baby just call me I'm the one you fuckin' all night
I move through the night I'm a thief in the night
Sip don with the ice It'll be alright
Baby don't worry, it's really gon' be alright I just asked you to please don't waste my time
Ain't no plumbin' but you know I lay on a pipe I lay locked up if lovin' you really a crime
The first time I seen you I really was tellin' myself I gotta make you mine
And the last time I see you it really hurted me
Cause you was with another guy
He keep fuckin' my soul up, gettin' my quota Had to go tell a fuck **** hold up
Close with all my **** post up Now you pourin' the syrup inside a soda
Leanin' and smilin' like a **** choker And my bitch start drippin' so I'm on a choker
Put her in her place, fuckin' slide that hoe up Beat the pussy up and put her in a coma
Baby, beat the pussy on the sofa She so wild I tell her bend over
Now she suckin' me so I call it torture, yeah
She get nasty when I choke her Her legs all up on my shoulder
Fuckin' I ain't gonna go expose her Fucked her in a Range Rover
Told her baby this ain't over If I love her, I'ma show her
If I love her, I'ma show her
Too messy, see all of my likes, lil' baby too nosy
Thumbin' through the hunnits, I'm countin' like I'm doin' rollies
I messaged her spot was poppin' up like she really know me
But I'm outside with the stackers with real demons in the Rollies
Movie, matte black like my shorty's waist
First I know the flips, now she all in chase
Talk all that clip like I did to her face
Pretty long, got shorty singin' like she mace
Love her, can't fuck with her cause I know she basic
I'm in the Bronx with a baddie from Queens
She throw it back and she stuck in a dream
Selfie hand but the grip don't swing
Clear on my neck, that's for a big bling
Slide her through some lines, got her with a couple of hoes
This fake hoe's like four figures
Comments pop off and I'm postin' the snippets
Shorty in the V, I can take off the liquor
I need a body like Ice White's cousin
She always fuss, but she throw it on Kim
Get the bus, then back to the trap where the feet still rush
She in me for the verse and I leave you on seen
Cause the neck don't match with the blue checks
Written by: Robert Ortega
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