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So I picked up my phone and saw that message from my ex-b*tch
When I was adolescent, she was my sexy 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*tch had my number on her cell too
That's the same b*tch that was texting me, I tell you
I come back to my neighborhood and 'bout 12 b*tches on me
Not 'cause 12 inches on me, but 'cause I be pimpin' godly
That b*tch pulled up to my culdesac, see me with girls like what happened now?
I said "Make like one of my hoes and turn your ass around"
She was so offended, she started getting defensive
You might ask why I was acting like an ass, it was intended
Cause that b*tch 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 trespass, S-Class creeping, it's approached
But I threw her out the back and in the front, her Benz exploding...