paroles de chanson ROB YOUR EX. - Armani White
Hey
babe
I
miss
you
Wait,
what?
You
are
crazy
I
mean,
I'm
ready
when
you
are
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,
bitch,
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
nigga
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
nigga
did
you
It's
only
right
to
make
the
split
official
Is
if
you
take
it
with
you
Say,
we
should
rob
your
ex
nigga,
ex
nigga
I'm
talking
'bout
that
nigga,
that
nigga
Need
a
nigga
who
gon'
step
witcha,
step
witcha
Not
a
nigga
that
be
pressing
ya,
I
said
We
should
rob
your
ex
nigga,
yes,
nigga
I
don't
like
the
way
he
texting
ya
.44
bulldog,
I'm
a
pet
sitter
Them
broads
say
you
need
a
nigga
who
gon'
step
witcha
In
broad
day,
in
broad
day
light
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
cock
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,
niggas
do
me
foul
then
we
can
shoot
for
it
Ayy,
I'd
die
for
the
guys
Shorty
wanna
risk
her
life
for
the
vibes
Take
a
nigga
watch,
don't
die
for
the
ice
Plus
you
know
that
shit
gon'
look
fly
on
my
live,
mm-hmm
You
ain't
pay
her
no
mind,
nigga
You
was
flexing
knowing
that
she
mine,
nigga
And
she
was
running
that
shit
back
to
my
nigga
And
we
got
you
lined
nigga
Say,
we
should
rob
your
ex
nigga,
ex
nigga
I'm
talking
'bout
that
nigga,
that
nigga
Need
a
nigga
who
gon'
step
witcha,
step
witcha
Not
a
nigga
that
be
pressing
ya,
I
said
We
should
rob
your
ex
nigga,
yes,
nigga
I
don't
like
the
way
he
texting
ya
.44
bulldog,
I'm
a
pet
sitter
Them
broads
say
you
need
a
nigga
who
gon'
step
witcha
In
broad
day,
in
broad
daylight
(Oh,
wait,
you
were
serious?)
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