Ricky Vela - TellMyEx2s**MyDick lyrics

[Verse 1: Kamre Haze] Girl, I've been feeling you since 8th grade And ever since then momma told me I had great taste If I am the playboy you could be my playmate Smoking on this potent, girl, tell me how that eighth taste She don't like to smoke a lot? Girl, get your drank on If you in your feelings then, girl, get your Drake on Digging through the ash tray, she was bumping Trey Songz Put on some makeup and put her game face on sh** is so sad, girl, I got it so bad Facing dimes, placing rhymes in my notepad I was down for you but you kept me on the bench And now I play the field, like, b**h you missed your chance Now I'm f**ing hoes and she probably is missing Kam Tryna make me jealous then you gon' need a different plan I remember kindergarten when she went and kissed my lips Then freshman year she got down and kissed my dick Told me that I gotta wrap it up like a Christmas gift Or like I'm rolling blunts, gotta spliff the sh** We was little kids, young love don't last long You was tryna grow up I was tryna pa** bongs I ain't give a f** when no hoes did me dirty They gon' try to hit me up when I'm turning 30 Get the f** out my face, remember when you curved me? Said I wasn't good enough, garbage bag curbed me Focused on this rap sh**, no one could turn me off Hot as Molotov's, in the Holocaust Did Kendrick ever find out How Much A Dollar Cost? Or was he stuck on, feeling Sherane 4 years later now I'm feeling her pain Said I was scumbag cause I like to burn haze Tell myself I hate her but I can't forget her name, damn [Verse 2] This sh** don't feel right, should I be apologizing? Then I see them other guys and I don't even bother trying I don't love that hoe, you could tell her I said s** my dick Mindset childish and I'm so stuck in it Man, I really don't know what to say It's been a long time but it feels like it's the other day And to tell the truth, girl I've been moved on Been spitting out these flames, hotter than a day in Tucson Now you feeling me cause everyone say I'm too on? Now right after hitting it I tell her get a move on I'm a douchebag, I'm embracing it All these other guys? They just fake as sh** She say that she hate it when I'm baked as sh** So I roll an L then I'm facing it Let me set the record straight, this is not a love song This an In-Your-Feelings-But-Do-Not-Give-A-f** song Oh you don't know the words? You could hum along Want a taste of Haze? Tell her come along I'll make you feel worthless or make you feel priceless And I don't do the fighting, so take this advice, it's Girl, really do not let that waist go to waste You got what I need, just thought I'd say it to your face That's real