Lyricist : Julia Cole/Rachel Wammack/Josh Ronen

Composer : Julia Cole/Rachel Wammack/Josh Ronen

My ex hung the watch that I bought him on a tree branch

And shot it with a rifle

My ex said the preacher's daughter, she was just a good friend

And swore it on the Bible

Ooh, girl

Nah, nah, you can't make this shit up

So tell me, ooh, girl

Yeah, yeah, before you kicked him to the dust

Did he cheat? Did he lie? Did he love to make you cry

And call you crazy?

Was he drunk? Was he drama and mean to his mama

And call your best friend "baby"?

When it comes to him, I know I'm gonna win

Nobody's ever done bad better

I've got thе best worst ex evеr

(Oh, oh, oh)

My ex showed up yellin' at my new man's window

Shoutin', "Come on out and fight"

My ex, yeah, the second that we broke up, straight up

Was beggin' me to be his wife

Ooh, girl

I got a million stories and I got all night

So tell me, ooh, girl, yeah

Where's another bottle of wine?

Did he cheat? Did he lie? Did he love to make you cry

And call you crazy?

Was he drunk? Was he drama and mean to his mama

And call your best friend "baby"?

When it comes to him, I know I'm gonna win

Nobody's ever done bad better

I've got the best worst ex ever

(Oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)

Did he cheat? Did he lie? Did he love to make you cry

And call you crazy?

Was he drunk? Was he drama and mean to his mama

And call your best friend "baby"?

When it comes to him, I know I'm gonna win

Nobody's ever done bad better

I've got the best worst ex (Oh yeah)

The best worst ex (Oh woah)

The best worst ex ever

(Oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)