All summer night, reachin' for nine 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, too And now I'm looking for my next boy See, I got a text from your ex-girl And she was

I swear she like, "this piece of hair off in the sink ain't come from me first, no, no." These hoes be doing research I just had to hide, hide, hide, hide Now you next to me at night, night, night, night You test me all the time, time, time, time Say I