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[feat. 2 Chainz] [2 Chainz:] I used to luv her Fuck it. [Hook:] 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 [x3] 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 [Verse 1: Ace Hood] 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 Letras de cancionesNow 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] 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 [Hook] From Letras Mania