X-Bitches - Ice Cube

[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 f_cked 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 b_tch
Talk sh_t, but you could s_ck d_ck
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 motherf_cking ass complain
About n_ggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
B_tch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout n_ggaz 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 motherf_cking asshole (why)
To be king of my motherf_cking castle
You'll never be the missus (never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And f_ck all my X-b_tches

[Chorus 1]
F_ck you, f_ck you and f_ck you
The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
On an' off, off an' on, b_tch 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 motherf_cking 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 (b_tch)
Started f_cking 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 f_cking b_tches 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 f_ck all my X-b_tches

[Chorus 2]
F_ck you, f_ck you, especially you
The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
[repeat]

Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to f_ck 'em"
Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then
N_ggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?"
Loved her stupid ass enough to f_ck her with a rubber (b_tch)
Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?)
Second cousin, friend
B_tch 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
F_ckin' 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 f_ck all my X-b_tches

[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 sh_t 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 f_ckin' wit' your daughter

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