X-Bitches (Explicit)

X-B**ches - Ice Cube

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**ked wit' your a**

I should have left you right where I found you my bed

When I was with you all you ever do was b**ch

Talk sh*t 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'

I would stress and strain to maintain

And didn't need to hear your motherf**king a** complain

About niggaz in the house feet on the couch

Talkin' all loud yeah blunt in my mouth yeah

B**ch I got Fifty Cents on this genesis

Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises

She's dead homie histor

An' outta nowhere your a** 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'

Why I gotta act like a motherf**king asshole

To be king of my motherf**king castle

You'll never be the missus

Breakin' all my dishes

And f**k all my X-b**ches

F**k you f**k you and f**k you

The world ain't yours the world ain't yours

F**k you f**k you and f**k you

The world ain't yours the world ain't yours

On an' off off an' on b**ch I'm grown

So stop playing on my phone

(Stop)

It was a time we used to bump and grind

And find heaven without a motherf**king reverend

Managua twages and bomb-a** 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

You made yourself loud and clear

You wanted me to choose between you and my career

(B**ch)

Started f**king 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**king b**ches 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 tattooed 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**k all my X-b**ches

F**k you f**k you especially you

The world ain't yours the world ain't yours

F**k you f**k you especially you

The world ain't yours the world ain't yours

Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to f**k 'em"

Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then

Niggaz axin' me "Man did you love her "

Loved her stupid a** enough to f**k her with a rubber

(B**ch)

Now I hear I'm your big brother

(Who )

Second cousin friend b**ch since when

Incest ain't the way I swing

(Nah)

Never bought your a** a goddamn thing

That I had to pay for

I was hateful ungrateful and never faithful

F**kin' 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**k all my X-b**ches

F**k you f**k you and f**k you

The world ain't yours the world ain't yours

F**k you f**k you and f**k you

The world ain't yours the world ain't yours