
Sing this song → LA XIO opened it for karaoke: their instrumental, their lyrics on a clock. Premium sings; everyone listens and votes.
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No soy tu ex! (No!) No soy tu ex! (No!)
I don't cry in the car, I don't beg, I don't text
No soy tu ex! (No!) Don't confuse me with the rest
She put up with the games, mami, I collect
No soy tu ex! (No!) No soy tu ex! (No!)
Say my name right or don't say it. Next.
Dyckman in July, hookah smoke and the bikes
You pulled up in a lease like I can't read a price (ay)
Talkin' 'bout your last girl, how she did you so wrong
Papi, I know her cousin. I heard the whole song. (todo)
Mami ran a salon up on St. Nicholas Ave
I grew up under dryers hearin' what the women had
Every one of them was cryin' 'bout a man just like you
So I learned it at seven what I'm never gonna do
¿Tú crees que soy pendeja? Mírame bien la cara
I was raised by the ones you left waitin' por nada
You want wifey on a Tuesday, want your freedom by the weekend
Boy, I'm not a parking spot, I ain't holdin' it while you thinkin'
No soy tu ex! (No!) No soy tu ex! (No!)
I don't cry in the car, I don't beg, I don't text
No soy tu ex! (No!) Don't confuse me with the rest
She put up with the games, mami, I collect
You like my accent when I'm mad, yeah I clocked that (mm-hm)
Like it's cute. It's a warning, you should jot that.
I pay my own rent and I tip on the bill
I don't need you for nothin', so I'm here 'cause I will
That's the scary part, right? You can't buy me, can't trap me
Can't go through my phone 'cause I'll hand it to you, happy
Dímelo de frente, o no me digas nada
Yo no compito con nadie, yo soy la que gana
My abuela said "mija, never chase what can walk"
So I'm sittin' real pretty. Your move. Talk.
Ella lloró por ti... (por ti)
Yo no. (yo no)
Ella te esperó... (esperó)
(YO NO!)
No soy tu ex! (No!) No soy tu ex! (No!)
I don't cry in the car, I don't beg, I don't text
No soy tu ex! (No!) Don't confuse me with the rest
She put up with the games, mami, I collect
No soy tu ex! (No!) Uptown, where they make us like this
Say my name right. La Xio. Don't forget.
Uptown, Dyckman and 207th. Raised under the dryers of her mother's salon on St. Nicholas, where she learned harmony from the radio and attitude from the women. Sings in English, cusses you out in Spanish, and the switch is the hook.