X Bitch

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(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
 Shit, that's a dead-
 See my ex bitch, that's a dead bitch (uh)
 Said my ex bitch, that's a dead bitch
 Call her, toe-tag
 New bitch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
 Pull up off the lot (skkrt skkrt)
 Came with no tags
 I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
 It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas
 Hit a day shift, like blue flame, throw some mo' cash
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas (yeah)
 I'm speakin' melodic she fall for my game (yeah yeah yeah)
 My sneakers exotic, yeah I switch up the resident (huh?)
 Smokin' on runtz, they smokin' on peppermint (ha)
 The man of my resident
 Big 45 take down a elephant (woah)
 Tell by the pocket of Jeffersons, yeah
 Fuck on a hoe like we wrestlin', yeah
 Shout out my 'migo, my Mexican, yeah
 Walk in LIV still got my weapon in
 Hoes up in falis
 Don't embarrass your self they be callin' me papi (papi)
 She top me off after the sushi
 I think she was drunk off the sake (woah)
 I told her to savor it, huh
 Fuckin' this money up, nigga not savin' it (nasty)
 Make her fuck on all my partners, my nigga that shit ain't debatable
 Run a train like a road rail
 Majorly pitch you a hold bound (ah)
 Runnin' bands up and I post bail
 I'll never sit up in a cold cell (yeah)
 My main bitch on my hotel, she caught us creepin' out a hotel (what?)
 I'm like Oh well, yeah
 I'm like Oh well
 Said my ex bitch, that's a dead bitch
 Call her, toe-tag
 New bitch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
 Pull up off the lot (skkrt skkrt)
 Came with no tags
 I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
 It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas
 Hit a day shift, like blue flame, throw some mo' cash
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas (yeah)
 I told her to roll it up (roll it)
 Ten blunts in and we ain't smoke enough
 Her face in the sheets while I'm strokin' her, yeah
 I'm poppin' the top like a coconut
 You niggas a joke to us (for real)
 Call a hit and I po' a mimosa up
 Youngboy come through and he loaded up
 Shoot ya shit from ya chest and ya shoulda' up
 Little rocks kissin' me, yeah
 Call my niggas, make a play, and they blitz for me (woah)
 With the sax and I ended in Tiffany's (woah)
 Not the gift for me, I had your ho (sure)
 Yeah bring some waters and make sure they cold (sure)
 Weigh dem sips up and make sure they o's (sure)
 I go deaf when it come to them folks
 Fuckin' thots to all of the shows (ha)
 Had my dick on the fangs of the ho
 Yeah I know I be doin' the most
 Over brunch still toastin' mimosas
 And my glory like I signed in with Sosa
 Tank top and I'm rockin' the choker
 Rock it up and put it under the sofa, huh
 Yeah, these niggas chocha
 My young niggas move ferocious
 Said my ex bitch, that's a dead bitch
 Call her, toe-tag
 New bitch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
 Pull up off the lot (skkrt skkrt)
 Came with no tags
 I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
 It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas
 Hit a day shift, like blue flame, throw some mo' cash
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
 It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas (yeah)
 (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
 

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Duration
03:11
Key
1
Tempo
163 BPM

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