X Bitch ft. Pi’erre Bourne Lyrics

X Bitch ft. Pi’erre Bourne - Chavo

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[Intro]

(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Shit, that's a dead- see my ex bitch, that's a dead bitch, uh

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 1]

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?)

[Bridge 1]

I'm like Oh well, yeah

I'm like Oh well

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2]

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 (forreal)

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 ass kids to 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

[Bridge 2]

Yeah, these niggas chocha[Bridge 1]

I'm like Oh well, yeah

I'm like Oh well

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2]

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 (forreal)

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 ass kids to 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

[Bridge 2]

Yeah, these niggas chocha