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x.o. - heels & dresses lyrics

[intro: dj skee]
dj skee… world premiere!

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
up in the club, sipping on champagne
middle finger up, give a f-ck about a d-mn thing
d-mn thing
whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh
we be up in the club
with them bad b-tches in them louboutin heels
and them ???? dresses
whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: x.o.]
i’m up in this motherf-cker chillin’
think i’m big meech, poppin’ bottles through the ceiling
shooting through the roof, so there ain’t no gl-ss ceiling
couple hundred thou but i’m trying to get a million
quarter pound of granddaddy, blow it as you wish
p-ss me the spade’s and that high yellow b-tch
my money hits the ceiling, then it comes right back
little mama let me see you (roll around in a stack)
i put 30 on my neck, no help
so fresh, yes you can say i’m feeling myself
i put on for my city and the girls go crazy
you know what it is, i’m an altadena baby
money rolling in like a f-cking brinks truck
and i wanna do is pop a 100 bottles in the club
and crack a bad b-tch, i don’t need no help
so fresh, yes you can say i’m feeling myself (myself)

[verse 2: x.o.]
vvs big body sitting outside
oh you got a boyfriend, why he let you outside?
but you and your girls drinking, you know its only right
and maybe you can be my club crush for the night
see “money ain’t a thang,” just as long as i spend it
and i can blow a couple thou in a california minute
and ain’t nothing rented, she asked what’s the difference
that means i ain’t got to take it back when i’m finished
t.y. stop hogging all the f-cking rosé
you gon’ be hungover for the next 4 days
tell that n-gga y.g. stop taking all the models
somebody get the waitress, i need me another model
little model, tell me how you feeling
couple more shots then you know i’m gon’ k!ll it
let me beat it up and i promise i’m gon’ k!ll it
then go tell your homegirls i’m the realest

[verse 3: x.o.]
well go head lil’ mama it’s your birthday
well go head lil’ mama it’s your birthday
toot it up, drop it low (drop it low)
pick up all that f-cking money on the flo
i said well go head lil’ mama it’s your birthday
well go head lil’ mama it’s your birthday
toot it up, drop it low
pick up all that f-cking money on the flo

- x o lyrics

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