Addicted To My Ex Lyrics - Singles - M-city J.r.

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

Hand-me-downs, they 'aint worth more than my old clothes 

I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low low 

oooohhhhh 

I keep that on the low low 

On the low low 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old 

Hoooooooooeeeees 

Flexin' on my old 

Hoooooooooeeeees 

I'm addicted to 'em 

I, I flex on my ex every time that she text me i'm looking like, hold up (yaaaaaah) 

I know I'm the shit but she say I 'aint shit but she on my dick bitch shut up (yaaaaaaah) 

I'm taking my new bitch to places I took her she cannot afford then I post it on Instagram stuttin' she trying to ignore 

You mad or nah? (yaaaaaaah) 

I bought a new whip just to spy on that bitch she be catching the bus 

Seen her pretending I'm picking her up when I pulled up I gave her the finger and SKIIIIRT 

I bought her a gift didn't return it I took it right back to my I 'aint gonna never get back with her unless she suck me like drakula listen I'm telling you 

I, I see her in public they stunt on a bitch do you see this coke 

I, I keep her around and she just gonna drown and jump off the boat (I lied) 

I sent her text and told her I love her and sent a reply 

She blow up my phone and won't leave me alone so 

BITCH BYE (yaaaaaaah) 

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

Hand-me-downs, they 'aint worth more than my old clothes 

I might fuck her but I keep that on the low low 

oooohhhhhh 

I keep that on the low low 

On the low low 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old 

Hoooooooooeeeees 

Flexin' on my old 

Hoooooooooeeeees 

I'm addicted to 'em 

I, I showed up to all of her family events 'cause her mama still love me (I love you mama) 

But she got a new nigga so when I pull up he be looking so jelly (I hate that nigga) 

If I'm really on tip I might even show up with one of her buddies (I fucked her too) 

As soon as she come up to hug me I look and I say bitch what (yaaaaaaah) 

She tell all her friends that I 'aint the man the fuck you mean (yaaaaaaah) 

I know that she want me she peep on my roly so fucking flee (hold up) 

And speaking of rolys I left for a local she waste my time she tryna' come over and fuck 

But I cannot see her I'm legally blind (barely) 

(yaaaaaaah) 

I'm swaggin whistling I'm swaggin if you had me then you a has been look at me now with young nigga fashion 

My, you bitches name is jasmine, I, never do cuff for my passing, like, a college exam bitch I am the man I don't give a damn so 

BITCH BYE (yaaaaaaah) 

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

Hand-me-downs, they 'aint worth more than my old clothes 

I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low low 

oooohhhhh 

I keep that on the low low 

On the low low 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes 

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old 

Hoooooooooeeeees 

Flexin' on my old 

Hoooooooooeeeees 

I'm addicted to 'em