X Karaoke - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin & Future

This title is a cover of X as made famous by 21 Savage
& Metro Boomin (feat. Future)

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 74.5 BPM

In the same key as the original: Bm

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 04:25 - Preview at: 01:45

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2016
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Future, Metro Boomin, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph

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Lyrics X

Ten bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'
I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Savage, bitch but no, I'm not Randy
Hit her with no condom had to make her eat a Plan B
And I'm sippin' on that codeine, not Brandy
Hah
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hah
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hol' up
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hol' up
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Fuck a wedding ring
I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu try not to catch this
I left that ho alone 'cos she was ratchet
All these bitches salty they can't stand me
Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up
Bought a necklace on that bitch
Her friend gon' lick me like a fruit roll up
She in her feelings on the 'Gram, grow up
Twenty one
Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up
I ain't textin' back that bitch, hol' up
I ain't stressin' bout that bitch, hol' up
Twenty one gon' get the stick, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Bitch I like to ball
Hol' up, hol' up
Without no weave, you bald
Bitch I spent your rent inside the mall
Hol' up, she got a nigga but he broke, she lost
Hol' up
At this private location
Hol' up
Put her back in rotation
Hol' up
Bitches on me, immigration
Hol' up
Goin' through the translations
Hah
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hah
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hol' up
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hol' up
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Fuck a wedding ring
I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu try not to catch this
I left that ho alone 'cos she was ratchet
All these bitches salty they can't stand me
Hol' up
Bitch my Rolex on fleek
Hol' up
Bitch my diamonds on fleek
Hol' up
I got gold on my teeth, hol' up
Hol' up
You got Rainbow on your feet
Hol' up
Corny niggas don't impress me
Hol' up
Never let a bitch dress me
Hol' up, can't no motherfuckin' judge check me
Hol' up, I don't give a fuck about no ring
Hol' up, money make my old bitches hate me
Hol' up, bitch you still stay on Section eight
Hol' up, my new bitch wetter than a lake and she love to let me paint her face
Hol' up
Fell in love with some good throat
Hol' up
Fell in love with some good throat
Hol' up, ripped them confidential papers up
Hol' up, you done made me wake my savage up
Hah
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hah
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hol' up
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hol' up
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Fuck a wedding ring
I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu try not to catch this
I left that ho alone 'cos she was ratchet
All these bitches salty they can't stand me
Ten bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'
If Young Metro don't trust you
I'm gon' shoot you
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Hendrix, bitch but no, I'm no Jimi
Hit 'em with no condoms shipped her right back out the country
And I'm sippin' codeine tats all on my stomach

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