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ultimate party jams - dedication to my ex (miss that) lyrics

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

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

oh no
tell me where that p-ssy gone
’cause it don’t feel the same
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh no
(why you do me like that baby)
oh no
why is that happening to me?
oh no
she told me that it was not missin’
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh no
yeah yeah yeah yeah

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 (p-ssy changed)
she used to squeeze me
grip me tight and now so she can please me
but now, now that p-ssy changed
it’s such a shame, that p-ssy changed

oh no
where did ya p-ssy go? (where’s it at baby?)
oh no
’cause girl, i need to know (i need to know)
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh no
you see, it was on some old one of a kind type sh-t baby
oh no
i’ma about to kill this b-tch
oh no
she gave away all my sh-t
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh no
yeah, yeah, yeah

d-mn, doll, do change ya all?
i’m your number fan belt they are not important
i don’t use a cordless microphone, avoid them
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 the ford
clean socks scootin’ across the floor in your grandmama’s house
hand on your mouth
you yap too much about the penny-ante, this mechanic’s so uncanny
x-men, x-men, your ex-boyfriend 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 different, 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
bet your buddy don’t even know you don’t like red
or was it fuchsia, f-ck it, our future is dead.

i thought a p-ssy cat had 9 lives man

oh no
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh no
i’ma about to kill this b-tch
oh no
she gave away all my sh-t
(i miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
oh no
yeah, yeah, yeah
i miss ya girl

(f-ck that b-tch!)

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