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Ex’s (PHATNALL Remix) Lyrics by GloRilla Ft. Lil Durk, from the album “Anyways, Life’s Great… (Bonus Edition)“, music has been produced by Kokurcho, and Ex’s (PHATNALL Remix) song lyrics are penned down by GloRilla & Lil Durk.

Ex’s (PHATNALL Remix) Lyrics

GloRilla
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don’t be listenin’ to shit these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what’s up with me
You see, know what I’m sayin’?
Like, people be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain’t got shit good to say about me
Like, know what I’m sayin’?
(Kokurcho keeps going)
Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib

Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them nig*as sad (They sad)
Might get ’em tatted on my face bеcause them nig*as dead (Rеst in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them bit*hes mad (They cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but I don’t answer, fu*k collect calls (Fu*k the system)
And I be steppin’ on these bit*hes, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)
And I say, “Fu*k a nig*a,” proudly with my neck tall (Fu*k ’em)
Then tell ’em throw that neck back for this pus*y, boy, this fentanyl (Smurk, It’s to die for)

All them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked (Man what?)
Lyin’ on me to get some views on your page, you mad sis?
Labels try to pay for fake relationship, it’s that rough?
Half you hoes be likin’ hoes for real, but we ain’t gon’ cut you off
I been through the mud, I been on my own, I’m rare (I’m rare)
This the first person I cared about, I’m goin’ through phones now (Mhm)
Booka fu*ked both of my old hoes, they fuckin’ hate me now
I just start back makin’ love songs, I NDA ’em now (Can’t trust ’em, let’s get it)
Ain’t too rich to fu*k my old hoes, I make ’em pay me now (Ah)
Doodie whisper in my ear, “I want GloRilla right now”
Then she lied now, I ain’t the dada, bit*h don’t hide now
We ain’t no Wi-Fi, but Elon Musk, I got you verified
I’m the type of nig*a spit on her casket at her repass
Might go mini Drac’, come from the closet, look like Wee Man (Go)
Trench bit*hes, they don’t care ’bout lashes they want ski masks
I just talked to Shiesty, I got some killers round ’em, ask him (Mm)
This bitch said her nig*a just started drinkin’, I had to tax ’em (Tax ’em)
Before I had a cat, I had a rat bit*h in a Maxima (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
I damn near fu*ked up three relationships, go and ask ’em (Go)
I just saved your ass (How?)
You just called Dede a rapper, he a killer, nig*a

Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them nig*as sad (They sad)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them nig*as dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them bit*hes mad (They cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but I don’t answer, fu*k collect calls (Fu*k the system)
And I be steppin’ on these bit*hes, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)
And I say, “Fu*k a nig*a,” proudly with my neck tall (Fu*k ’em)
Then tell ’em throw that neck back for this pus*y, boy, this fentanyl (It’s to die for)

Talkin’ ’bout you don’t eat no pus*y, man, you nig*as gay (Eat dick)
Nig*as that don’t eat no pus*y really in the way (Move over)
Back in the day, I always felt sorry for Anna Mae
But now I’ll slap the shit out of a nig*a he don’t eat the cake (Fu*k out of here, lil’ bruh)
Hittin’ the gas when I be ridin’ it, I don’t use no brakes (Damn)
But he just threw that thirty back and now I need a break (God damn)
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (For real)
Thought that boy was finna slow out, but that shit was great (That’s how you feel?)
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout your BD, man, that nig*a ate (Woo)
She be sayin’ that he ain’t shit, to me, that nig*a straight (He really cool)
I’m outside, she probably thinkin’ I’ma take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (On the gang)

Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them nig*as sad (They sad)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them nig*as dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them bit*hes mad (They cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but I don’t answer, fu*k collect calls (Fu*k the system)
And I be steppin’ on these bit*hes, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)
And I say, “Fu*k a nig*a,” proudly with my neck tall (Fu*k ’em)
Then tell ’em throw that neck back for this pus*y, boy, this fentanyl (It’s to die for)


SONG INFO:

Song: Ex’s (PHATNALL Remix)
Artist: GloRilla Ft. Lil Durk
Album: Anyways, Life’s Great… (Bonus Edition) (2023)
Music: Kokurcho
Lyrics: GloRilla & Lil Durk


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