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rob your ex. - armani white lyrics

[intro]
hey babe
i miss you
wait, what?
you are crazy
i mean, i’m ready when you are

[verse 1]
stunt when i walk through
my baby don’t jump for no come through’s
i’m blunt when i want you
hit once quick runtz i could talk to
think i’m capping, b*tch i don’t have friends
she got on rag pants, it’s from her last man
sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin
that ain’t my business, i ain’t asking
i know you want a n*gga with his head screwed fully on
lay the outfit on the bed ‘fore i put it on
if i bring her through i got my friends yelling put me on
if you let her go and then i get it then it’s good as gone
i say
same choppa just a different issue
and i don’t like the way the n*gga did you
it’s only right to make the split official
is if you take it with you
[chorus]
say, we should rob your ex n*gga, ex n*gga
i’m talking bout that n*gga, that n*gga
need a n*gga who gon’ step witcha, step witcha
not a n*gga that be pressing ya, i said
we should rob your ex n*gga, yes n*gga
i don’t like the way he texting ya
44 bulldog, i’m a pet sitter
them broads say you need a n*gga who gon’ step witcha
in broad day, broad day light

[verse 2]
i’m popping but i might just take a picture ayo
i’m single but i might just do it witcha ayo
my choppa but she c*ck it like she miss it ayo
my profit but i might get her the richard ayo
stamped for me, she run them bands for me
and now she wanna throw this g*lock in her gram story
couple hoopers in her comments getting cute for it
two pointers, n*gga do me foul then we can shoot for it
ay, i’d die for the guys
shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes
take a n*gga watch, don’t die for the ice
plus you know that sh*t gon’ look fly on my live, mhmm
you ain’t pay her no mind, n*gga
you was flexing knowing that she mine, n*gga
and she was running that sh*t back to mine, n*gga
and we got you lined, n*gga
[chorus]
say, we should rob your ex n*gga, ex n*gga
i’m talking bout that n*gga, that n*gga
need a n*gga who gon’ step witcha, step witcha
not a n*gga that be pressing ya, i said
we should rob your ex n*gga, yes n*gga
i don’t like the way he texting ya
44 bulldog, i’m a pet sitter
them broads say you need a n*gga who gon’ step witcha
in broad day, broad day light

- armani white lyrics

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