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lloyd - dedication to my ex lyrics

hey ya’ll
i came to talk about this girl that had my love, see
i went away for a while and
she gave my love away huh
i really shouldn’t blame her
but now that p-ssy is a stranger

baby, somethings on my mind i gotta say it
yeah, your p-ssy done changed
it ain’t the same girl and thats a shame
(a crying shame baby)
oooh, aint being funny
i know another bee’s been in that honey
ooh, baby, that p-ssy done changed
it’s such a shame girl and thats a shame
(who the h-ll you giving my loving to girl?)

oooh nooo
tell me where that p-ssy gone
oooh nooo
cause it don’t feel the same no more
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
yeah

oooh nooo
(how you do me like that baby)
oooh nooo
why is that happening to me
oooh nooo
she told me that it was my p-ssy

(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oooh nooo
yeah yeah yeah yeh
she, she used to be a really special lady (my everything)
i guess she’s feeling kinda freaky lately
it’s such a shame cause now the p-ssy’s changed
(that p-ssy changed)
she used to squeeze me (oooooooh
grip me tight enough so she can please me
but nah nah, now that p-ssy changed

it’s such a shame, that p-ssy changed
oooh nooo
where did ya p-ssy go?
oooh nooo
cause girl, i need to know

(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oooh nooo
you see, it was on some one of a kind sh-t
oooh nooo
i’ma about to kill this b-tch
oooh nooo
she gave away all my sh-t
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oooh nooo
yeah, yeah, yeh

d-mn darling you changed it all
i’m your number fan belt they are not important
i don’t use a cordless, microphone avoid em’
they don’t feel real to me
meaning real woman
others built on me
you the primer on the lime bean green box when i couldn’t afford a ford
clean socks scootin’ across the floor in your grandmama house
hand on your mouth
you yap too much about the penny-ante, this mechanics so uncanny
x-men, x-men, your ex boyfirend should thank me that i took you off his hands
no i can’t bring another beach to the sand
and know i am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees
and get what you need without saying please
but can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat
and they put this man’s grammy’s on the street?
what? why so quiet?
hate that all of our memories happened in a hyatt
you were perfect before you went on a diet
you was way thicker, you think i don’t remember
sh-t, the magazine got to your head
now somebody you don’t even know got you in bed
betcha buddy don’t even know you don’t like red
or was it fuchsia, f-ck it, our future is dead

i thought the p-ssy cat had 9 lives man?

oooh nooo
yeah yeah yeah
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oooh nooo
ohhhhhh
oooh nooo
i’m about to kill this b-tch
oooh nooo
she gave away all my sh-t
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh noooooo
yeah, yeah, yeh
ahahahaha
i miss ya girl

(f-ck dat b-tch!)

- lloyd lyrics

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