Yung Mayonnaise - X Lyrics

Play my music at the club, my ex can't escape me
Everybody on the floor, they bump it like crazy
I beat it up like Roadhouse, feel like Patrick Swayze
Hop on the beat and I'm going insane
I feel like I'm Jay-Z
Yeah, she wanna get nakey, told her not right now, I'm busy
My ex betray her best friend, now I get DMs from Izzy
It's getting hot in here, yeah my hair is getting too frizzy
He talking all this smack, but he acting like a lil' sissy
I get the bag and I toss and I tumble it
You get the bag and all you do is fumble it
That boy is stupid, like what're you muttering
No one can hear you, like buddy you're mumbling
Treat him like paper, yea bro I crumble it
So many girls, I lowkey be juggling
He talking smack, yeah he need some humbling
Hit him so hard, I got him slumbering
She feining, she suck for cocaine
So many guys, don't know my name
She racist, hard-r everyday
I had to drop her, like okay
All my exes messed up in the brain, but they can move like woah
Play my music at full volume, they all bump it on the low

When you believe in the future of love
All the ways that you want it to be
That's how you get to heaven tonight

Woah, woa- woa- woa
Woah, woa- woa- woa
Woah, woa- woa- woa
Woah, woa- woa- woa
Woah, woa- woa- woa
Woah, woa- woa- woa
Woah, woa- woa- woa
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu
Bump it, bump it, bu- bu, bump it