X-Bitches Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]Damn, what you doing
[Am]over here?[Dm]
Wassup?
Yeah, I was thinking
about you the other day
[Am]And I was thinking I[Dm] should have never
fucked wit' your ass
[Am]I should have left you right where I found
[Dm]you
My bad (my bad)

[Verse 2]
When I was [Dm]with you,
all you ever do was bitch
Talk shit, [Am]but you could suck dick
So I didn't [Dm]sweat all
the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve,
the night [Am]I was bussin'(blaow)
[Dm]I would stress and strain
to maintain
And didn't need to hear your
[Am]motherfuckin' ass complain
About [Dm]niggas in the house
(mm), feet on the couch
Talkin' all loud [Am](yeah), blunt
in my mouth [Dm](yeah)
Bitch, I got fifty cents on this Genesis
Talkin' 'bout [Am]niggas got to vacate
the [Dm]premises
Sheeit, homie hit start
And outa nowhere,
your [Am]ass got heart ([Dm]mm)
Pulled out the plug,
then you got drugged
[Am]We at it again, I tried to count to ten
[Dm]There's no end to your naggin'
You can't treat me like I'm [Am]faggin',
ho
You see I'm saggin' [Dm](no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking
asshole (why?)
To be [Am]king of my motherfucking castle?
[Dm]You'll never be the missus
(never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my ex bitches

[Verse 3]
Fuck [Dm]you, [Am]fuck you and f[Dm]uck you
The world ain't yours,
the [Am]world ain't [Dm]yours
Fuck [Am]you, fuck you and [Dm]fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours

[Verse 4]
On and off, off and on, bitch [Dm]I'm grown
[Am]So stop playing on my phone (s[Dm]top)
It was a time we can bump and grind
And find heaven (ah)
Without a [Am]motherfucking reverend
[Dm]
Ménage à troises and bomb-
ass massages
[Am]And dreams of three- car garages
[Dm]You say I'm cheating when
I'm up at the studio
Come to find out you the [Am]ho, o[Dm]h
And you was way out
Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna
play out
And I was [Am]wasting my time writing rhymes
[Dm]You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between
you and my ca[Am]reer [Dm](bitch)
Started fucking with this
baller named Chris
Couldn't res[Am]ist the Rolex on his wrist
I [Dm]kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now I'm on tour fucking
bitches like vanity
You tried to diss this, now you miss this
And the first and fifteenth
is like [Am]Christmas
[Dm]Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest
With Mrs. Ice [Am]Cube tattooed
on your breast
[Dm]Now you at the back door
of my show (ha)
Dressed like [Am]a ho,
askin' could you [Dm]blow (no)
Hell no, but it's still delicious
Went from rags to riches
And fuck all my ex bitches

[Verse 5]
Fuck [Dm]you, [Am]fuck you,
[Dm]especially you
The world ain't yours,
the [Am]world ain't [Dm]yours
Fuck [Am]you, fuck you,
[Dm]especially you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't [Am]yours

[Verse 6]
[Dm]Now I hear you sayin',
"Yeah, I used to fuck him"
Not lettin' 'em know I was
a young buck then
Niggas askin' me, "Man,
did you love her?"
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck
her with a [Am]rubber [Dm](bitch)
Now I hear I'm your big
brother (who?)
Second cousin, [Am]friend
Bitch since [Dm]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
Un[Am]grateful (uh) and never faithful
[Dm]Fuckin' everything that I could
get my paws on
Walkin' through [Am]hell with gasoline
drawers on
[Dm]Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
[Am]Kids and a wife,
heard you was a dyke [Dm](damn)
It's your thing if you like
the switches
But it's my world and fuck
all my ex bitches

[Verse 7]
Fuck [Dm]you, [Am]fuck you and f[Dm]uck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
Fuck [Am]you, fuck you,
[Dm]especially you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't [Am]yours [Dm](uh- uh)

[Verse 8]
Never go down the same road twice
[Am]Advice from the big homie Ice Cube[Dm]
Hmm, girl you better get away
from here
I don't want that shit no more
Nah, nah, and don't be callin' up my
[Am]mama' house [Dm]neither[Am]
[Dm]I'm through with you,
I'm through with you
I done got smarter, I done got smarter
I ain't fuckin' with your daughter