Lyrics The Fooo Conspiracy - Ex Factor

Man it hit like drama
Chris - Rihanna
A twotime' trifling show... oh

In the dark like vader
Show on off my radar
Swi-Swi-switchin'
You go-o

The repetitious dirty pictures
In my he -e-e -ad
Go me thinking' were your freedom le-e-ed

Left my lyin' close to dyin'
In my be-e-ed
But I'm not dead...

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 get that CHICK
Like you did, like you did, like you didn't exist, like you didn't in you exist

See I broke like bottles
I starved like models
For eight straight days the couch... ouch...

But I'm far from bitter I'm not no quitter
Yeah I'm the type of a guy

To run amok to bring the ruckus like the wu-u-u
To run 'em over 'til
I'm over you-ou-ou

To go bananas like monkey 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 didn't you exist

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 you exist, like you didn't exist, like you didn't exist