Ace Hood - Letter To My Ex's lyrics

rate me

uhh they might not like me for this one

ha fuck it got my pen n pad anyway...

Mister Hood

Dear misses independent hoes

Looking for you like my life time depending on

You're a centerfold, every womans inner goal

To meet a nigga and his money long

Hey this a letter to my ex hoes, before i start kiss my ass.. X-O's

Ok Let’s talk about a gold digger

Met her at video shoot, go figure but she was bad in the mood flicker

See her looking got her number see what's up wit her

to make a long story short dog couple days i’m sleeping beating the kitty walls

Fell in love with it now we up in every mall

bought her first Louie bag she was so appaled

not a scout but she love to watch a nigga ball

bought her everything she had if i could recall

so couple months i gotta her movein in

that show money got me out of town

it got her trippin when i’m not around

she was moving tryin playin me outta bounds

seein pictures of her and niggas i hate to found

sad part was the bitch was trickin off outta the town

And i was too blind to see it sooner

knew this bitch was kind of fishy like some old tuna

Took her clothes n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda really seen her face then

She officially on my shit list

She pulled up on some shock shit

I’m talking bags in the Front trick

And that words on my common sense

See you ain’t nothing but a has been i’m talking ashes to ashes

Chorus:

And here’s a letter to my ex’s

you aint’ nothing but a has been

oh was only happy when the cash in

you try to play me like a band bitch

but i ain’t trippin ‘cause your pussy kinda average

oh her ego bigger than her ass is

Man i’m so glad you’re the pass tense

I used to love you with the passion

Sincerely yours. Bitches

Oh, dear misses independent hoes

Still searching like my life time depended on

You're a centerfold every womans inner gold

to meet the nigga and his money long

If you ain’t got it you can carry on

I’m talking like the Louie bag homes

No matter swag or you new calogne

I swear my last was a bee like a honeycomb

I thought we’d woulda really last long

we were the ones to put the money on

damn in the begining it was fairytale

I’m talkin make believe love caught in make believe

But that’s until i started buyin things

it was cool now she started wanted wedding rings

such a drama queen demanding all kinds of things

corrupted by a life she could only see the green

wanted kids so i can be there any means let her tell we were something, like a perect team

damn, had a cut it she was out of order

try to pull me on blast like a bill boarder

I call her mama tryin to transport her,

Did you throw her out dog? yeah kinda, sorta

She was mad so she file a restraining order

just to come and get a bag fill the trash house?

Swore to cops made me leave lily passed out

Ha but i end up moving back in

Oh my mama prego with a set of twins

pause

That’s a whole lotta settle in

I guess the story really never ends

Well here’s the letter to my ex then

I swear she used to be my best friend

Now she’s a memory from back then

I know she probably misses SAKS FIFTH Big sprees and the mutha fuckin plane trips

She the last on my ex list lily hada nigga stressn

Damn.

Somebody tell me what’s love

What’s your definition of love?

Is love buying one another different gifts

Quote un-quote ..depending on the price tag

Is that love?

i mean a nigga just looking for somebody genuine too ride for. i’m feeling like fuck love

It don’t’ give a damn on me anyway

Maybe relationships aint for me,

I guess its why im writing this

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Thanks to LOKS for correcting these lyrics