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So I picked up my phone and saw that message from my ex-b**h
When I was adolescent, she was my s**y fetish
And she texted 'bout the wreckage, cause my crash was so aggressive
That it slung my body through the window, thank God for Progressive
That's impressive how effective my crash was for her, she worried
Haven't talked to her since Kanye West had first dropped the song "Mercy"
That Murciélago was doing 'bout 180 in the zone
In Houston, the 180, my Uber driver on his phone
Crashed into that Lamborghini, two 180's in the backseat
Then I flung through out the car seat, cars behind us like a stampede
Police came to straighten out the situation with the accident
Apparently the Uber driver was texting this romanticist
And it just happens that that b**h had my number on her cell too
That's the same b**h that was texting me, I tell you
I come back to my neighborhood and 'bout 12 b**hes on me
Not 'cause 12 inches on me, but 'cause I be pimpin' godly
That b**h pulled up to my culdesac, see me with girls like what happened now?
I said "Make like one of my hoes and turn your a** around"
She was so offended, she started getting defensive
You might ask why I was acting like an a**, it was intended
Cause that b**h the reason we crashed, I heard it on the grapevine
That text she sent to him was a break up text, she cut the brake line
She came back later to trespa**, S-Cla** creeping, it's approached
But I threw her out the back and in the front, her Benz exploding...