Letter To My Ex's (Album Version)

Letter To My Ex's (Album Version)

Ace Hood

They may not like me for this one
Fuck it, I got my pen and pad anyway

Mister hood

Dear misses independent hoes
Looking for you like my lifetime depending on
You're a centerfold, every woman's 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 a video shoot, go figure
But she was bad than a motherflicka
Seen her looking, got her number seen what's up wit her
To make a long story short dawg,
Couple days I'm sleepin' beatin' the kiddie walls
Fell in love with it now we up in every mall
Bout her first Louis bag she was so appalled
Not a scalp but she love to watch a nigga ball
Bought her everything she had if I could recall
So couple months I got her movin' in
And show money got me out of town
It got her trippin' when I'm not around
She was movin' tryna play a nigga out of bounds
Seeing pictures of her and niggas I hate to found
Sad part was the bitch was trickin' off outta town
And I was too blind to see it sooner
Knew this bitch was kinda fishy like some old tuna
Took her clothes and threw 'em into an old sewer
Damn, you shoulda really seen her face then
She officially on my shit list
She pulled up on some shocked shit
I'm talking bags in the front trick
And that's word to 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
Was only when the cash in
You tried to play me like a band bitch
But I ain’t trippin ‘cause your pussy kinda average
Her ego bigger than her ass is
Man I’m so glad you the past tense
I used to love you with a passion
Sincerely yours, bitches

Dear misses independent hoes
Looking for you like my lifetime depending on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet a nigga and his money long
If you ain’t got it you can carry on
I’m talking like a Louis bag homes
No matter swag or you new cologne
I swear my last was a bee like a honeycomb
I thought we really woulda last long
Shit, we were the ones to put your money on
Damn in the begging it was fairytale

I’m talkin make believe love coated maybelline
But that’s until I started buying things
It was cool now she started wanting wedding rings
Such a drama queen demanding all kinda things
Corrupted by the life she could only see the green
Wanted kids so I can be there by any means
Let her tell it we was something like a perfect team
Damn, had to cut her she was out of order
Tryna put me on blast like a billboarder
Yeah, I called her mama tried to transport her
"Did you throw her out dawg?" Yeah kinda sorta
She was mad so she filing a restraining order
Just to come and get her bags in the trash house
Swear the cops made me leave nearly passed out
Hey, but I end up movin' back in
On my mamma now she preggo with a set of twins
Pause, that's a whole lot to settle in
I guess the story really never ends
Well here’s a 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 mufuckin' plane trips
And she's the last on my ex list
Really had a nigga stressed

Damn

Somebody tell me what’s love
What’s your definition of love?
Is love buying one another different gifts
Quote unquote depending on the price tag
Is that love?
I mean,
The nigga just lookin' for somebody genuine to really ride for him
I'm feelin like fuck love
It don’t’ give a damn about me anyway
Maybe relationships ain't for me
I guess that's why I'm writing this

[Chorus]

Written by MCCORMICK, CARL E. / MCCOLISTER, ANTOINE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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