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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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:11
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 163 BPM