Ex Player 2 Lyrics

She asked me why i got played her I told her that ima rapper

Real reason ex did me dirty just trynna snap me

You the only shorty in my phone i m not a capper

I'm peeping how you moving wit Niggas keep trynna trap me

You can be my fantasy

Just keep on imagining

Acting like a city girl

Too hot I can handle it

Picture how the fans would be

Seeing me and you together

And then they get the panicking

Make me freeze up like a mannequin

Remember way back couldn't keep a shorty for nothing

And now they mad at Niggas like me cause they turn into sum

I Had a pretty chocolate girl smiling couldn't stop blushing

And then she, turn her back made my head hurt concussion

A nigga move on came back to see if she love me

Real shively nigga born and raised and straight out Kentucky

I'm trynna see if you the one because I think that you fah me

I might buy you a dinner or two if you really get lucky

"Why haven't you been answering yo phone?"

"Like what's good?"

"Have you been hanging Wit yo homeboys?"

"Is there another girl around?"

"Just let me know"

"Keep it real with me"

I don't want yo friend zone

Can I be yo end zone

I'm the man that stay great

Not talking bout lizzo

No shorty can copy yo looks, yo smiles, yo wigs

I'm kiss you all day I don't even need ya digs

Smoke et nigga like cigs

Do the math we like trig

You the type of dinner I look and can't wait to get in

I heard you a player but I'm trynna see for myself

Niggas is too media wit shorties while we

Moving stealth