Ex Calling Cifras

[Intro]
Am C F
 
Am                 C                          F
Scrolling through these mother fucking texts
                       Am                   C F
They ain't say nothing but the same shit
                        Am                  C F
Put that shit on do not disturb
 
Bitch I'm in the studio
Am                           C                F
Three in the morning I'm on "do not disturb"
    Am                           C                F
My last little fling I put that shit in the dirt
 
Pop out the car screamin'
 
 
[Chorus]
Am            C           F
I can hear my ex calling
 
Don't know why my ex calling
Am              C           F
Why the fuck my ex calling
 
Don't know why my ex calling
Am           C            F
I can see my ex calling
 
Hold up why my ex calling
Am                C          F
Don't know why my ex calling
 
Why the fuck my ex calling
 
 
[Bridge]
Am           C           F
I can see my ex calling
 
Oh no, now my next calling
Am                 C              F
I don't know why I stress all 'em
 
I just want the best out 'em
 
 
[Verse 1]
Am                   C
We been through some things yeah
F
Thought I could restrain ya
 
I don't wanna tame ya
Am             C
Impossible to change ya
      F
Every time I try to put the fire out it boosts the flames up
Am                 C
You text me like I called ya
       F
Well I don't mean to stall ya
 
But I cannot afford ya
Am           C
So I gotta ignore ya
      F
Cause I just want to ball yeah and you just want to fall yeah
Am                          C
I pick up my phone what the heck
 
Coming at my neck
F
Tripping via text disrespect
 
I don't fuck with that
Am
Can't put me in check
        C
You the ex calling for the sex
F
Want me cause I'm next
 
I'm the future where the Percocets
 
 
[Bridge]
Am           C           F
I can see my ex calling
 
Oh no, now my next calling
Am                 C              F
I don't know why I stress all 'em
 
I just want the best out 'em
 
 
[Verse 2]
Am                      C
There's something wrong with my hand
F
Can't pick up the phone, goddamn
 
Hope you understand
Am                    C
I can't have you fuck up the plans
    F
And if you gotta choose then you better choose the other man
Am                     C                                  F
See I weighed out that good side and that bad side so I'm done
                                                      Am
I broke it down it was crunch time got focused and we won
                         C                                      F
Your favorite rapper gon want to join it the dream team and we come
 
Don't do this shit just for fun
                      Am
Do this shit just to run
                     C
Run it back like a punt
                          F
Run that shit like Chris Breez'
 
All these hoes is on me
                Am
All this ice on me
                    C
All these lights on me
                            F
Not really, I like to stay lowkey
 
But still all that vice is on me
                       Am
Never been 'bout that bird talk
                     C
To me that's that absurd talk
                         F
Always been 'bout the splurge talk
 
Back when we used to Bird Walk
                       Am                              C
And knocked off of my course man that one time and I  swear
                  F
I never wanna go there
                                                                Am
That's unless she got nice brown skin good credit man and long hair
 
 
[Bridge]
             C           F
I can see my ex calling
 
Oh no, now my next calling
Am                 C              F
I don't know why I stress all 'em
 
I just want the best out 'em
 
 
[Chorus]
Am            C           F
I can hear my ex calling
 
Don't know why my ex calling
Am              C           F
Why the fuck my ex calling
 
Don't know why my ex calling
Am           C            F
I can see my ex calling
 
Hold up why my ex calling
Am                C          F
Don't know why my ex calling
 
Why the fuck my ex calling
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