Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Luv Her , by - Ace Hood. Release date: 17.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Luv Her |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| ? |
| 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 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 |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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 |