X-Bitches Lyrics
| Song | X-Bitches |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | War & Peace Volume 1 (The War Disc) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson | |
| 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 xbitches | |
| 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 bombass massages | |
| And dreams of threecar 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 xbitches | |
| 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 xbitches | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson | |
| 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 xbitches | |
| 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 bombass massages | |
| And dreams of threecar 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 xbitches | |
| 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 xbitches | |
| 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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