Next Ex


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Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like

She a centerfold, she was on the pole
Bank account got low, throwing all my paper
She gets off at three, she said, "Come with me"
Guess I'm 'bout to be on my worst behavior

So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby