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Letter To My Ex's" [Intro] Uh, They may not like me for this one Fuck it, I got my pen and pad anyway Mister Hood Dear Mrs. Independent Hoes Lookin' for ya like my lifetime depended on You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal To meet in a nigga and his money long Hey this a letter to my ex hoes Before I start kiss my ass, X O's Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger Met her at a video shoot, go figure Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker Seen her lookin' got her number seen what's up wit her Yeah, to make a long story short dawg Couple days I'm sleepin, beatin the inner walls Fell in love with it now we up in every mall Bought her first Louis bag, she was so appalled Not a scout but she love to watch a nigga ball Bought her everything she had if I could recall So couple months I got her moving in That show money got me out of town It got her trippin' when I'm not around She was movin, trying to play a nigga out of bounds Seen pictures of her and niggas I hate to found Sad part was the bitch was trickin' off out of town Uh, 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 in to an old sewer Damn, you shoulda' really seen her face then Uh, she officially on my shit list Uh, She pulled up on some shock shit Uh, I'm talkin bags in the front trick And that words to my common sense See you ain't nothin' but a has been I'm talking ashes to ashes [Hook] Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's You ain't nothin' but a has been Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah You tried to play me like a band bitch But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average Uh, 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 Uh, Dear Mrs. Independent hoes Still searching like my lifetime depended on You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal To meet a nigga and his money long If you ain't got it then you can carry on I'm talking like a Louis bag homes No matter swagger, you're new cologne I swear my last was a bee like a honeycomb Uh, I thought we really woulda' last long Shit, we were the worst to put your money on Damn, in the beginning it was fairy tales I'm talking make believe love coated in make believe Uh, but that's until I started buying things It was cool, now she started wantin wedding rings Such a drama queen demanded all kinda things Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green Wanted kids so I can be there by any means Let her tell it we were something like a perfect team Damn, had to cut it, she was out of order Tryin to put me on blast like a bill boarder Yeah, I called her momma tried to transport her "Did you throw out 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 moving back in Oh my momma, now she preggo with a set of twins Pause, "That's a whole lot to settle in" Uh, 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 prolly misses that fifth Big sprees, and them motherfuckin plane trips And she the last on my ex list Nearly had a nigga stressed Damn [Interlude] Somebody tell me what's love What's your definition of love? Is love buying one another different gifts "Depending on the price tag." Is that love? I mean a nigga just looking for somebody genuine To really ride for him I'm feelin' like "fuck love," Th