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X Bitches Lyrics
[Ice Cube Talking] Damn what you doing over here? Whassup? Yeah I was
thinking about you the other day And I was thinking I should have never
fucked wit' your ass I should have left you right where I founnd you My
bed (echo)
[Verse 1] When I was with you all you ever do was
bitch Talk shit but you could suck dick So I didn't sweat all the fussin'
and cussin' On New Year's Eve the night I was bussin'(wow) I would stress
and strain to mantain And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass
complain About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch Talkin' all
loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) Bitch I got fifty cents on this
genesis Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises (She's dead)
Homie histor An' outa nowhere your ass got hard Poured out the pub, then
you got drugged We at it again, I tried to count to ten There's no end to
your naggin' You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe You see I'm saggin'
(no) Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why) To be king of my
motherfucking castle You'll never be the missus (never) Breakin' all my
dishes And fuck all my X-bitches
[Chorus 1] Fuck you, fuck you and
fuck you The world ain't yours, the world ain't
yours (repeat)
[Verse 2] On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm
grown So stop playing on my phone (stop) It was a time we used to bump
and grind And find heaven (ahh) Without a motherfucking
reverend Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages And dreams of three-car
garages You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio Come to find out
you the hoe, oh And you was way out Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play
ya And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha) You made yourself
loud and clear You wanted me to choose between you and my career
(bitch) Started fucking with this baller named Chris Couldn't resist the
Rolex on his wrist I kept on writing my raps with profanity Now I'm on
tour fucking bitches like Fanady You tried to diss this, now you missed
this And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast Now you at the
back door of my show Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no), Hell
no but it's still delicious Went from rags to riches And fuck all my
X-bitches
[Chorus 2] Fuck you, fuck you, especially you The world
ain't yours, the world ain't yours (repeat)
Now I hear you sayin'
"Yeah I used to fuck 'em" Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck
then Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?" Loved her stupid ass enough
to fuck her with a rubber (bitch) Now I hear, I'm your big brother
(who?) Second cousin, friend Bitch since when? Incest ain't the way I
swing (nah) Never bought your ass a goddamn thing That I had to pay
for I was hateful Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful Fuckin'
everything that I could get my paws on Walkin' through hell with gasoline
draws on Now I'm on the mic, music is my life Kids and a wife, heard you
was a dite (damn) It's your thing if you like the switches But it's my
world and fuck all my X-bitches
(Chorus 1) (Chorus 2)
[Ice
Cube talking] Never go down the same road twice Advice from the big homie
Ice Cube Hmm, girl you better get away from here I don't want that shit no
more Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither I'm
through wit' you. I'm through wit' you I done got smarter. I done got
smarter I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter
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