Thought I'd end up with Sean
But he wasn't a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I'm so thankful
Wish I could say, "Thank you" to Malcolm 'Cause he was an angel
One taught me love
One taught me patience
And one taught me pain
Now, I'm so amazing
Say I've loved and I've lost
But that's not what I see
So, look what I got
Look what you taught me
And for that, I say
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Didn't have to know me , 
keeping me in the moment
I'd get you hot and moaning 
 why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice,
no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused. You want it? Say so
Let me check my chest, my breath right quick (Ha)
He ain't never seen it in a dress like this (Ah)
He ain't never even been impressed like this
Prolly why I got him quiet on the set like zip
Like it, love it, need it, bad
Take it, own it, steal it, fast
Boy, stop playing, grab my ass
Why you actin' like you shy?
Shut it, save it, keep it, push
Why you beating 'round the bush?
Knowing you want all this woman
Never knock it 'til you try (Yah, yah)
All of them bitches hating I have you with me
All of my _____ saying you mad committed
Realer than anybody you had, and pretty
All of that body I need ass and titties
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Didn't have to know me  , 
keeping me in the moment
I get you hot and moaning,
 why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice,
no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused.
You want it? Say so
Yo
He don't know me
But he settin' up to blow me uh
Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi uh
On the low I used to holler at his homie uh
Fuck it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay thug probably
Yo come Polly
He wanna fuck a bad dolly and pop Molly
I hope your pockets got a motherfucking pot belly
Or is it that you never ball John Salley
He had the Rolls and the Royce
The tone in his voice
Don't want a good girl
Naw hoes is his choice
Dick on H
Pussy on W
Mouth on open
Ass on smother you
Ass on the cover too Elle Magazine
Vroom vroom vroom get gasoline
Could I be your wife?
Naw we could bang though
I got these ____ whipped
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Didn't have to know me, 
keeping me in the moment
I get you hot and moaning,
 why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice,
no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused.
 You want it? Say so
Thank you, Next
Thank you, Next
Yeah,
Thank you, Next
Thank you, Next
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