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Lloyd – Dedication To My Ex (Miss That) lyrics

Hey ya’ll
I come to talk about this girl that had my love
See
I went away for awhile
And she gave my love away, huh
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 cryin’ shame baby
Ohhhhhhh, ain’t bein’ funny
I know another bee’s been in that honey
Oohhhhhh, baby, that p-ssy done changed
It’s such a shame girl and that’s a shame
Who the hell you been giving my lovin’ to girl?

Oh No
Tell me where that p-ssy go?
Oh No
Cause it don’t feel the same no more
I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, yeah
Oh No
How you do me like that baby?
Oh No
Why is this happening to me?
Oh No
She told me that it was my p-ssy
I miss that p-ssy (my p-ssy), that p-ssy (that p-ssy), that p-ssy (good p-ssy), that p-ssy (bye p-ssy)
Oh No
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

She, she used to be a really special lady (My everything!)
I guess she’s feelin’ kinda freaky lately
It’s such a shame cause now the p-ssy’s changed (My p-ssy changed)
She used to squeeze me (oooohhhh)
Grip me tight enough so she could please me
But nah nah, now that p-ssy changed
It’s such a shame, that p-ssy changed

Oh No
Where did your p-ssy go? (Where’s it at baby?)
Oh No
Cause girl, I need to know
I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy
Oh No
You see it was on some old one of a kind type shit baby
Oh No
I’m about to kill this b-tch
Oh No
She gave away all my sh-t
I miss that p-ssy (this p-ssy), thay p-ssy (new p-ssy), that p-ssy (I miss that…), that p-ssy (old p-ssy)
Oh No
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Damn darling, do change your oil
I’m your number 1 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 sox scootin’ cross the floor in your grandma’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
Know I can 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 gonna put this mans Grammys 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 magazines 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

Oh No
I thought the p-ssy could have 9 lives man?
Oh No
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy
Oh No
Ohhhhhhh
Oh No
I’m about to kill this b-tch
Oh No
She gave away all my sh-t
I miss that p-ssy (my p-ssy), that p-ssy (that p-ssy), that p-ssy (bad p-ssy), that p-ssy (bye p-ssy)
Oh No
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ahahahaha
Yeah
I miss you girl