Letter To My Ex's Lyrics - Ace Hood

uhh they might not like me for this one 

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

Mister Hood 

Dear misses independent ho 

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 

Haters a letter to my ex ho, before i start kiss my ass. EX 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 

they show money got me out of town 

they got her trippin when i'm not around 

she was moveing tryin playin me outta bounds 

seein pictures of her and niggas because 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 oficially 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 

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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 

Photos 

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 Loiue 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 

Hey but i end up moving back in 

Oh my mama prego with a set of twins 

pause 

That's a whole lotto 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 that feeling 

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 

Hold up .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