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All my exes keep on texting saying they miss me
They miss me
Me and Ed in foreigns racing, remember them ten speeds?
Each one, teach one
Each one, teach one
Each one, teach one
Each one, teach one
Love is love
Uh-huh, all my exes keep on texting saying
They miss me (They all want my love)
Don't tell me leave, then turn around and
Come and get me (I'm too good, though)
Ain't no time that's being wasted on where
The chips be (I'm where the money at)
Me and Ed in foreigns racing, remember
Them ten speeds? (In them foreigns)
I buy exotics, get broken down, make
Me a ten piece (I like ten thousand)
He showed up to the wrong class and
They dismissed him (And he gone, pow)
Each one, teach one, love is love (Going through it)
No killing, sit back and run it up (Get to it, bae)
Smoking Runtz in my Vlone, millions in
My vision, hopefully it won't be long
Up and down the road, but I still ain't reach my goals
Spend a motherfucker's salary just on weed and clothes
Riding in the Wraith with the lights in the ceiling
Gotta sacrifice a lot for this life that we living
Every day a nigga stressing, even though we got chains and cars
Tryna overcome and heal from the pain and scars
Gave this shit my all, but the streets don't love you back
Niggas out here begging for a front, then fucking up the pack
You can't even look me in my eyes 'cause you know you wrong
Been an ill nigga all my life before I wrote a song
Out here chasing provolone
All my exes keep on texting saying
They miss me (They all want my love)
Don't tell me leave, then turn around and
Come and get me (I'm too good, though)
Ain't no time that's being wasted on where
The chips be (I'm where the money at)
Me and Ed in foreigns racing, remember
Them ten speeds? (In them foreigns)
I buy exotics, get broken down, make
Me a ten piece (I like ten thousand)
He showed up to the wrong class and
They dismissed him (And he gone, pow)
Each one, teach one, love is love (Going through it)
No killing, sit back and run it up (Get to it, bae)
Ayy, ain't no more playing it cool, if it's fuck it, then it's fuck it
They don't play by the rules, been seeing too much double dutch
And it's best you stay over there '
Cause I ain't fucking with no suckers
That boy Gowie the GOATIE, I turn a grimace to a hoeing
Fathead tell Lil Joey, "You'll knock your brains for the soldiers"
Doped the yickas on lowie, big brodie coming back for surely
Let the money keep piling, moving in silence
She keep bringing up all this old shit, the skeletons in my closet
Supreme off the purple jeans, dripping like a faucet
Your bitch hit me, she was on it, tryna get her old man
She break me down, down, no, Scotty in the coffin
Uh-huh, all my exes keep on texting saying
They miss me (They all want my love)
Don't tell me leave, then turn around and
Come and get me (I'm too good, though)
Ain't no time that's being wasted on where
The chips be (I'm where the money at)
Me and Ed in foreigns racing, remember
Them ten speeds? (In them foreigns)
I buy exotics, get broken down, make
Me a ten piece (I like ten thousand)
He showed up to the wrong class and
They dismissed him (And he gone, pow)
Each one, teach one, love is love (Going through it)
No killing, sit back and run it up (Get to it, bae)



Autor(en): Jamontae Nelson Copyright: Tunecore Global


Scoot Da Kidd - Half and Half
Album Half and Half
Veröffentlichungsdatum
20-02-2026



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