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      Ice Cube

      Album: War & Peace Vol. 1

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      Ice Cube - X-Bitches Música y Letra

      [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

      Ice Cube - X-Bitches Música y Letra

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