Ex Factor Songtext
von FO&O
Ex Factor Songtext
Man it hit′s like drama
Chris, Rihanna
A two-time' trifiling show... oh
In the dark like vadar, off my radar
Swi-swi-switching′ you go-o
(I'm gonna)
The repetitious dirty pictures in my he-e-e-ad
Got me thinking' where your freedom le-e-ed
(I′m gonna)
Left me lyin′ close my dyin'
In my be-e-ed, but i′m not dead... eh
I'm gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag
Gonna grab my kicks, gonna handle my biz
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool
Gonna git that chick
Like you did, like you did
Like you didn′t exist, like you didn't exist
...
See i broke like bottles, I starved like models
For eight straight days on the cough... ough...
But I′m far from bitter, I'm not no quitter
Yeah I'm the type of a guy
(I′m gonna)
To run amok to bring the ruckus like the wu-u-u-u
To run ′em over 'til I′m over you-ou-ou
(I'm gonna)
To go bananas like monkeys in a zoo-o-o-o
But I′m not through '
I′m gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag
Gonna grab my kicks, gonna handle my biz
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool
Gonna git that chick
Like you did, like you did
Like you didn't exist, like you din't exist
(Ex factor)
Aha-ah
Aha-ah
Aha-ah-ah
Aha-ah
Aha-ah
Aha-ah
(Ex factor)
I′m gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag
Gonna grab my kicks, gonna handle my biz
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool
Gonna git that chick
Like you did, like you did
Like you didn′t exist, like you didn't exist
Like you didn′t exist, like you didn't exist
Chris, Rihanna
A two-time' trifiling show... oh
In the dark like vadar, off my radar
Swi-swi-switching′ you go-o
(I'm gonna)
The repetitious dirty pictures in my he-e-e-ad
Got me thinking' where your freedom le-e-ed
(I′m gonna)
Left me lyin′ close my dyin'
In my be-e-ed, but i′m not dead... eh
I'm gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag
Gonna grab my kicks, gonna handle my biz
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool
Gonna git that chick
Like you did, like you did
Like you didn′t exist, like you didn't exist
...
See i broke like bottles, I starved like models
For eight straight days on the cough... ough...
But I′m far from bitter, I'm not no quitter
Yeah I'm the type of a guy
(I′m gonna)
To run amok to bring the ruckus like the wu-u-u-u
To run ′em over 'til I′m over you-ou-ou
(I'm gonna)
To go bananas like monkeys in a zoo-o-o-o
But I′m not through '
I′m gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag
Gonna grab my kicks, gonna handle my biz
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool
Gonna git that chick
Like you did, like you did
Like you didn't exist, like you din't exist
(Ex factor)
Aha-ah
Aha-ah
Aha-ah-ah
Aha-ah
Aha-ah
Aha-ah
(Ex factor)
I′m gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag
Gonna grab my kicks, gonna handle my biz
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool
Gonna git that chick
Like you did, like you did
Like you didn′t exist, like you didn't exist
Like you didn′t exist, like you didn't exist
Writer(s): Gustav Johnsson, Markus Sepehrmanesh, Stefan Gräslund Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com