Ace Hood - Use To Luv Her lyrics

I used to luv her f** it.(2 Chainz) Hook Yeah she used to tear down the mall Findi, prada and all Swear that p**y was great I let her have it her way I used to luv her(x3) yeah She started f**ing them lames Throwing dirt on my name Tried to creep with my dog Guess its a part of the game I used to luv her, yeah I used to luv her Verse [Ace Hood] I had a b**h named Diane Stashed her work in her hammer Bad b**h from Atlanta Had a job as a dancer She was fine as a mug Shake her a** in the club f** her once and I spolier Now I'm falling in luv I swear that p**y was power Dick her down for some hours On some p**nstar sh** She sniffed her coke off the counter This b**h was bad Supa bad Cooking and cleaning a** Poking out of them Vicky secrets ? She desire I supply her 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 n***a she would go and see Tell me she luv me be creeping when a n***a sleepin' You old silly a** Trick something in my sleeve b**h 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 Ima keep it pimpin Church Cathedral Chopper in my beamer Real n***a 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 its 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 b**h solo I'm sick and tired of them hoes Playing that role on the low Claiming they faithful and sh** That's how that game gonna go They fall in luv with your money And like with your swagger See that new chock you f**ing 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 sh** The way them titties was sitting And all that a** so thick I had to bag that quick And I was gone all in A couple months we done chill Found out that b**h wasn't sh** 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