Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - X Bitch lyrics

(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 twеrkin'
Roll some mo' gas (yeah)

I'm speakin' mеlodic 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 (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

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

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