Lyrics of 'Addicted To My Ex' by M City JR

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes
Hand me downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes
I might fuck her but I keep that on the low low
Oh 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 hoes)
Hoes

Flexin' on my old
Hoes
I'm addicted to em'

I flex on my ex every time that she text me
I'm lookin' like hold up
I know im the shit but she say I ain't shit and my dick is
Bitch shut up
I'm taking my new bitch places
I took her she cannot afford
Then I post it on Instagram stuntin' she tryna ignore it
You mad or nah
I bought a new whip just in spite of that bitch she be catching the bus
Seen her, pretend that I'm pickin' her up
When I pulled up I gave her the finger and SKUUURT
I bought her a gift didn't return it
I took it right back from her
I ain't gon neva gon get back with her unless she suck me like dracula
Listen I'm telling you
I, I see her in public and stunt on a bitch

Do you see this coat?
Why, why keep her around if she just gone drown and jump off the boat
I lie, I sent her a text and told her I loved her and sent a reply
Sike, she blow up my phone and won't leave me alone so bitch bye

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes
Hand me downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes
I might fuck her but I keep that on the low low
Oh 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 hoes)

Hoes
Flexin' on my old
Hoes
I'm addicted to em'

I, I show up to all of her family events cause her momma still love me (I love you momma)
And 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" (yaaaaa)
She tell all her friends that I ain't the man bitch, fuck you mean (yaaaaa)

I know that she want me she peep that my roley so fuckin' fleek
And speaking of roleys I left her alone cause she wasted my time
She tryna come over and fuck but I cannot see her I'm legally blind (barely)
I'm swaggin' listen Linda I'm swaggin'
If you had me then you a has been look at me now a young nigga flashin'
My new bitches name is Yasmine
I never do cuff em' I pass em' like a college exam
Bitch I am the man
I don't give a damn so bitch bye

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes
Hand me downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes
I might fuck her but I keep that on the low low
Oh 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 hoes)

Hoes
Flexin' on my old
Hoes
I'm addicted to em'