Ain’t Ya Ex

Lyrics

[Intro: Eric Bellinger] Aw yeah, oh Player shit only, yeah, yeah, yeah This gon' be your favorite song (Hol' up, hol' up) [Verse 1: Eric Bellinger] I'ma have to call you You might have to fall through, yeah I might just need all of you Can you give me all you? Yeah Baby, I'm the one for you, yeah All I got is love for you I might put my tongue on you I wanna eat some of you, yeah [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] Said I ain't nothin' like yo ex nigga, yeah Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah Said, I'm a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah I'm a famous like Dex nigga, yeah She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah But I'ma call, not text nigga I'ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah I ain't your ex-nigga Ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga Ex-nigga, I ain't you ex-nigga, yeah Said, I ain't nothin' like your ex-nigga Ain't your ex, your, ain't your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't your ex, oh, ain't your ex (It's Eazy) [Verse 2: Mila J] Mila J to the rescue (Mila, Mila) I'm about my checks too (Hold up, Mila) I'm a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you) If you're lucky, I might sex you First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah) I'ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah) I know, I impress you (Oh yeah) So shoot that PJ, need my leg room Baby, I ain't nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain't your ex) Let's get this shit established (Ain't your ex) Hella badder that a bad bitch (Ain't your ex) Plus, my booty real, come grab it [Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)] Girl, I ain't nothin' like yo ex nigga, oh no no Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah Said, I'm a young, rich, blessed, nigga I'ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga I ain't your ex-nigga (ex) Ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga, yeah (ex) I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex) Ex-nigga (ex), I ain't you ex-nigga Said, I ain't nothin' like your ex-nigga [Verse 3: Tink] I got this message for my next love Hope you ain't as messy as my ex was Words don't mean a thing, words don't mean a thing You gon' break my heart, then tell me I changed Like my ex-nigga I always swear, I'm freaking on the next nigga Don't be like my ex, nigga I'm gon' leave you lonely one day What you tryna say? 'Cause words don't mean a thing Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up) Right now, right now, yeah I just wanna roll with you Sorry for the attitude You know what he put me through [Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)] Girl, I ain't nothin' like yo ex nigga, oh no no no Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah (I'ma young) Said, I'm a young, rich, blessed, nigga I'ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah I ain't your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex) I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex) Ex-nigga(ex), I ain't you ex-nigga Said, I ain't nothin' like your ex-nigga Ain't your ex, your, ain't your ex Ain't your ex, ain't your ex (I ain't nothing like your ex-nigga) I ain't your ex nigga Ain't your ex [Outro: Eric Bellinger] Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila Shoutout Tink She did her thing And you know me (It's Eazy) It's all Easy It's too easy, way too easy And I ain't nothing like your ex-nigga It's all Easy It's too easy, way too easy So take my number, that's a Eazy Call Haven't seen you in a while Girl, I'm realy...