Jeremih – Ex-To-See Lyrics | |
[Verse 1] | |
Oh, oh, hot, hot damn, damn – look what we done got here | |
I know about your new mans, but I overheard he not here | |
You know how we be out here | |
Creep, creep when you want, 6, 6 in the morning | |
And you be leavin’ out here | |
You know it ain’t nothin’ else out here | |
C4, you know, I propose… Valley type like Amber Rose | |
Legs up, field goal, you’d swear I won the Super Bowl | |
(Every time, we shut it down) | |
Oh yeah – we’ve been once before here | |
So it’s like our anniversary… tone it, tone it, tone it | |
Now every time you turn around | |
That ass make me turn around and pass | |
And then we’ll end it fast, right back to the future | |
Swear when she get in her stance, ya’ll, y’all don’t understand | |
I done got caught up in this jam, but I got, got real used to it | |
[Hook] | |
…my ex, ex, ex, ex (ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, (ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex (ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex | |
That’s my ex, ex, ex (ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, (ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex (what up?) ex, ex | |
Tonight I got my ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, (ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex (ex) | |
She my ex, ex, ex, ex (****) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, (my ex) | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex (ex) | |
[Verse 2] | |
They say time flies… oh, what up? That’s lies | |
30 Double-Ds, that’s thighs | |
Wanna run with me? Fast type | |
Say she miss them old times | |
Smack, smackin’ that ass, high fives | |
Twistin’ up that sci-fi – we headed to the Mile High | |
I’m gone man, sky high – King shit, Mufasa | |
You lukewarm, I’m hot, hot – that’s why we in our spot | |
That’s all night, pull up to the club in all white | |
VIP she be textin’ me so recklessly, my girl next to me (what?) | |
But that’s my ex, she do this shit the best | |
And when it comes to PE, she’s passin’ all of my tests | |
There you go, oh – get that A | |
Shit, why wait? Sneak her out | |
Am I out of my space, goin’ down memory lane? | |
Ain’t nothin’ gon’ change, ain’t no one to blame but… | |
[Hook] | |
[Outro] | |
Oh… | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex… | |
…I got my ex to see tonight… | |
She knows my ecstasy | |
Take me into ecstasy |
Jeremih ExToSee Lyrics | |
Verse 1 | |
Oh, oh, hot, hot damn, damn look what we done got here | |
I know about your new mans, but I overheard he not here | |
You know how we be out here | |
Creep, creep when you want, 6, 6 in the morning | |
And you be leavin' out here | |
You know it ain' t nothin' else out here | |
C4, you know, I propose Valley type like Amber Rose | |
Legs up, field goal, you' d swear I won the Super Bowl | |
Every time, we shut it down | |
Oh yeah we' ve been once before here | |
So it' s like our anniversary tone it, tone it, tone it | |
Now every time you turn around | |
That ass make me turn around and pass | |
And then we' ll end it fast, right back to the future | |
Swear when she get in her stance, ya' ll, y' all don' t understand | |
I done got caught up in this jam, but I got, got real used to it | |
Hook | |
my ex, ex, ex, ex ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex | |
That' s my ex, ex, ex ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex what up? ex, ex | |
Tonight I got my ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex ex | |
She my ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, my ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex ex | |
Verse 2 | |
They say time flies oh, what up? That' s lies | |
30 DoubleDs, that' s thighs | |
Wanna run with me? Fast type | |
Say she miss them old times | |
Smack, smackin' that ass, high fives | |
Twistin' up that scifi we headed to the Mile High | |
I' m gone man, sky high King shit, Mufasa | |
You lukewarm, I' m hot, hot that' s why we in our spot | |
That' s all night, pull up to the club in all white | |
VIP she be textin' me so recklessly, my girl next to me what? | |
But that' s my ex, she do this shit the best | |
And when it comes to PE, she' s passin' all of my tests | |
There you go, oh get that A | |
Shit, why wait? Sneak her out | |
Am I out of my space, goin' down memory lane? | |
Ain' t nothin' gon' change, ain' t no one to blame but | |
Hook | |
Outro | |
Oh | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex | |
I got my ex to see tonight | |
She knows my ecstasy | |
Take me into ecstasy |
Jeremih ExToSee Lyrics | |
Verse 1 | |
Oh, oh, hot, hot damn, damn look what we done got here | |
I know about your new mans, but I overheard he not here | |
You know how we be out here | |
Creep, creep when you want, 6, 6 in the morning | |
And you be leavin' out here | |
You know it ain' t nothin' else out here | |
C4, you know, I propose Valley type like Amber Rose | |
Legs up, field goal, you' d swear I won the Super Bowl | |
Every time, we shut it down | |
Oh yeah we' ve been once before here | |
So it' s like our anniversary tone it, tone it, tone it | |
Now every time you turn around | |
That ass make me turn around and pass | |
And then we' ll end it fast, right back to the future | |
Swear when she get in her stance, ya' ll, y' all don' t understand | |
I done got caught up in this jam, but I got, got real used to it | |
Hook | |
my ex, ex, ex, ex ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex | |
That' s my ex, ex, ex ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex what up? ex, ex | |
Tonight I got my ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex ex | |
She my ex, ex, ex, ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex, ex, my ex | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex ex | |
Verse 2 | |
They say time flies oh, what up? That' s lies | |
30 DoubleDs, that' s thighs | |
Wanna run with me? Fast type | |
Say she miss them old times | |
Smack, smackin' that ass, high fives | |
Twistin' up that scifi we headed to the Mile High | |
I' m gone man, sky high King shit, Mufasa | |
You lukewarm, I' m hot, hot that' s why we in our spot | |
That' s all night, pull up to the club in all white | |
VIP she be textin' me so recklessly, my girl next to me what? | |
But that' s my ex, she do this shit the best | |
And when it comes to PE, she' s passin' all of my tests | |
There you go, oh get that A | |
Shit, why wait? Sneak her out | |
Am I out of my space, goin' down memory lane? | |
Ain' t nothin' gon' change, ain' t no one to blame but | |
Hook | |
Outro | |
Oh | |
Ex, ex, ex, ex | |
I got my ex to see tonight | |
She knows my ecstasy | |
Take me into ecstasy |