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I would hate to be my ex, yeah Glad I moved on to the next, ooh I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah No, oh Oh, you were way too insecure to be in love What a way, what a way to fuck a good thing up, true Blowin' up my line when you see me blowin' up There's nothing to discuss, yeah, yeah I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver They get in their feelings, their feelings But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more Know I stay focused on me, no, I don't need a thing I did it on my own, get hits on my own Lit on my own I would hate to be my ex, yeah Glad I moved on to the next, ooh I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster Can't escape me, you, ooh-ooh, you're old news I would hate to be my ex, yeah Now I love myself to be death (ooh) I'm a (ay) pop star like Rihanna The stitching expensive, either Fendi or it's Prada First class on my flights, now I go where I wanna Built myself a good life that you'll never be a part of, hmm I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver They get in their feelings, their feelings But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more I know I stay focused on me, no, I don't need a thing I did it on my own (ah), get hits on my own (ah) Lit on my own (ah) I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be) Glad I moved on to the next, ooh (I moved on, no, I love that for me) I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah (there's no regrets from me) I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'd hate to be, nah) Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster (just look at me now) Can't escape me, you, ooh-ooh, you're old news (old news) I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would, no, no, no) Now I love myself to be death (now I love me, I love me) I bet you miss me now, now You wanna be down, down (you wanna be down) But it's far too late (it's too late) You know I'm over you (I'm over you, yeah, yeah) I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be my ex) Glad I moved on to the next, ooh (glad I moved on to the next) I left you with no regret, yeah, yeah, yeah I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah I would hate to be my-