Luv Her Lyrics - The Statement 2 - Ace Hood

I used to luv her 

Fuck it. 

Yeah she used to tear down the mall 

Findi, prada and all 

Swear that pussy was great 

I let her have it her way 

I used to luv her yeah 

She started fucking them lames 

Throwing dirt on my name 

Tried to creep with my dog 

I used to luv her, yeah I used to luv her 

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I had a bitch named Diane 

Stashed her work in her hammer 

Bad bitch from Atlanta 

Had a job as a dancer 

She was fine as a mug 

Shake her ass in the club 

Fuck her once and I spolier 

Now I'm falling in luv 

I swear that pussy was power 

Dick her down for some hours 

On some pornstar shit 

She sniffed her coke off the counter 

This bitch was bad 

Supa bad 

Cooking and cleaning ass 

Poking out of them 

Vicky secrets 

What's the desire? I'll supply you with some shopping sprees. 

Gave her my card and my brand new panaramo keys 

So she went sour 

Heard to much about her in the street 

They say she was doing everybody that's including me 

Get off of work another nigga she would go and see 

Tell me she luv me be creeping when a nigga sleepin' 

You old silly ass 

Trick something in my sleeve 

Bitch where my card where my keys youse a memory 

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Ok this story about Sonya 

Meet her through Rhaseda 

While your drink was on the coaster 

I was down in Costa Rica 

Actions speak loud 

And I feel talk is cheaper 

Original d-boy I was texting 

Using beepers 

How I ended up with a Porsce 

Started with a Regal 

Ended-up with Sonya and started off with Lisa 

See Sonya got a girl friend so you know 

The prosedure 

And I'm a keep it pimpin 

Church Cathedral 

Chopper in my beamer 

Real nigga like Luseal 

And I'm tired of ballin 

But I ain't talking bout Tela 

You have no ideal tequila in my freezer 

And I didn't go to prom 

I was in love with a beaker 

Looked up to the felons 

Said what's up to the preacher 

Getting all this new money like it's nice to met you 

Breakfast in the bedroom like it was nice to eat you 

Took her to the mall 

And brought her a bag with the sneakers 

I'm in that 4 door ho 

Rocking my fresh polo 

I got my seat back low 

I'm in that bitch solo 

I'm sick and tired of them hoes 

Playing that role on the low 

Claiming they faithful and shit 

That's how that game gonna go 

They fall in luv with your money 

And like with your swagger 

See that new chock you fucking 

Nine out of ten I th'n had her 

Keep my hoes to the money 

Family is what matters 

All that get is this dick 

And bubblegum out the wrapper 

I had a bad lil chick 

I'm talkin' bad as shit 

The way them titties was sitting 

And all that ass so thick 

I had to bag that quick 

And I was gone all in 

A couple months we done chill 

Found out that bitch wasn't shit 

They say the whole hood hit 

I told her get lost trick 

I should of knew you was shawn for the group you were with 

I used to, luv her 

I used to luv her 

But I ain't tripping I just hit the club and find another