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| Song Title: | X-Bitches |
| Artist: | Ice Cube Find Ice Cube on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 51 |
| Hits (Total): | 100 |
| Lyrics: |
[Ice Cube Talking]
Damn, what you doing over here? Wassup? 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 found you My bad (echo) [Verse 1] When I was wit 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 motherfuckin 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 ??) Homie history An' outa nowhere your ass got heart 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', ho 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 [Hook 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 Manage troiges 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 ho, 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 vanity You tried to diss this, now you miss 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 ho, aksin' could you blow (no) Hell no but it's still delicious Went from rags to riches And fuck all my X-bitches [Hook 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 'im" Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then Niggaz aksin' 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 dyke (damn) It's your thing if you like the switches But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches [Hook 1] x 1 [Hook 2] x 1 [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 |