Tinie Tempah, Tinashe - Text from Your Ex (feat. Tinashe)

I got a text from your ex, boy She said to look through your texts, boy I'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to And now I'm looking for my next boy See, I got a text from your ex-girl And she was telling me where you were, last night I was chilling on my own, thinking you're alone You were having sex with your ex-girl I got a Yeah, one text from my ex You know I always flex on my ex You know I got a rep to protect You know I never let it get to my head (I got a) No, never gettin' vexed when you're wet My DJ bring his decks on the jet Came out when you put me on the sofa I know you wanna get my respect (I got a) I don't know why you moved to mess What's the point you tryna prove again? Uh, there you go, gettin' lose again, but ya Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a) Hanging 'round those bougie ants Got girls, but you're usin' them But you're gettin' high, gotta lose the chance Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten I got a text from your ex, boy She said to look through your texts, boy I'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to And now I'm looking for my next boy See, I got a text from your ex-girl And she was telling me where you were, last night I was chilling on my own, thinking you're alone You were having sex with your ex-girl I got a Life ain't is what seems to be Tryna work it out what it means to me Nowadays everybody want a piece of me Notorious, South, West and East, yo (I got a) That's why I look to seas and the seeker reef Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD He and I reminisce sometime, time Peace in East, and in LA gettin' lean with Dee (I got a) I don't why you moved to mess (yeah) Show me who you are, from who's your friends, (uh, no) I got space for you, and two in the Benz (yeah) Ain't no night stand, if you do it again (I got a) But now me in amnesia, Brandy or Moësha After referendums girl, I've still got that visa Oh, I can't believe you've done this I told you I take no shit And you were supposed to love me Then I got a text from your ex All summer night, reachin' for nine On stand by, three sixty five You get high and you testify Who's that girl? You let me lie All summer night, reachin' for nine On stand by, all at a time You get high, and you testify I got a text from your ex, boy She said to look through your texts, boy I'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to And now I'm looking for my next boy See, I got a text from your ex-girl And she was telling me where you were, last night I was chilling on my own, thinking you're alone You were having sex with your ex-girl I got a All summer night, reaching for nine All summer night, reaching for nine