X.o. Lyrics - Luniz

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O. 

I'm broke, you broke, we all broke 

So let's take our broke asses to the sto' 

And steal another bottle of X.O. 

I'm feelin so faded, broke with a album 

But bitches on my dick like I ate it 

I'm use to smelling fish but not that kind 

Look you's a hoochie, wanna do me 

At least try to act fine 

'Cause I'm the nigga wit the best hand 

You poochie, you look like my pitbull 

Stretched the fuck out your stretch pants 

You fuckin' up my drunk a lot high 

You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right 

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All I need is X.O. to set me in 

Bitch, I don't need yo' pussy fought by most men and lesbians 

Soon as I get home, I'ma take a hopelift to the dome 

Shit, under civilation 

I'm just another drunk hoodlum under one nation 

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O. 

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O. 

Bitch, you wanna suck on my dang, dang? 

Drink all my drank, drank 

Who's in the Jacuzzi, all hoochie's 

Suckin' all on my doobie, be poppin' coochie 

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But only if ya lonely baby bubba 

Then she said, "Do you got the rubber?" 

Got the covers out the closet 

Another flawless victory, a bitch ain't shit to me 

She was history, soon as my nigga Nut come threw 

Wit Num, Dru, Chris, and Richie Rich 

We on some new shit 

I know this, bitch was a groupie from the giddy-go 

Really though, wanna be all in a nigga video 

But silly hoe, you know you got to fuck all us 

Pimps, playa's, hustla's, balla's 

Shot caller's call the shots, top knotch blazin' 

Got a cock caved in like squash stoppin' raisin's 

Stay in the hoe, so fa sho', runned a train 

All them nut slangs on her neck look like a gold chain on her 

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O. 

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O. 

Back in '88 a nigga was straight, all in the car case 

Face a OE, forty oz, Vsop, whateva 

It be pass that shit to me 

Gin and Juice get loose off duce, duce of SP 

Kick it witg the fortyless, sick wit it posse 

Got me fillin' my body up wit color's icy 

Hurricane, slurricane, some smoke cane 

May not take the chronic to the brain and won't change 

It can't change, even if you smoke cane 

You won't get high as me 

Drink more jugs of the St. IDE 

See, I can't even spell it 

Even though I didn't drink that day, you'll damn sure smell it 

I dare you to come through with no drink, bitch 

I'll hoe-ride you 'cause my shirt drink more then I do 

I'm lit, still lit, that's how we do this real shit 

Bits of Remy and shit, so I ain't fuckin' wit you, bitch 

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafuckin' boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O. 

Would ya quit, fucking me high off 

'Cause it's cost to be the muthafuckin' boss loss 

Petal to the metal 

Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O.