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lirik lagu x for breakfast – destroy lonely

[intro: ken car$on]
x*man x*man x*man
yuh
x*man x*man x*man
yuh
x*man x*man x*man
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x*man x*man x*man

[verse: ken car$on]
she said “what you eat this mornin’?” b*tch, i had x for breakfast
i threw that b*tch on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce
i ate that lil b*tch, she was super wet, i ain’t need no beverage
the way i f*ck lil shawty, she comin’ back for seconds
upside down on my cross, yeah you know i’ll shoot the reverend
send that boy straight to heaven, guess you could call it a blessing
n***a mad cause we f*ckin on the same ho’, see me, nah i ain’t stressin’
or is you mad because she f*cked with me, first and she f*cked with you second?
or is you mad causе i got that bag, and yo’ pockеts unhealthy?
walk in that b*tch, they know i’m rich, yеah they know that i’m wеalthy
balenciaga on my kicks, and my jacket margiela
he talkin’ like he hard as sh*t but he soft as a feather
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
n***as talkin’ bout some cash, b*tch we havin’ extras (yeah)
n***as still smokin’ gas, b*tch we havin’ pressure (yeah)
got this fine ass b*tch she mad cause i still ain’t text her back
b*tch i’m into fashion (yup)
but my brother servin’ crack
if this sh*t don’t work lil b*tch, i bet i go back to the trap
if he playin’ with my work, i’ll knock that boy right off the map
we got heavy metal b*tch
these lil boys be havin’ scr*ps
i rock every leather b*tch
yeah you know that sh*t all black
i f*ck every type of b*tch
yuh, i can’t even cap
ho’ i touch every type of dollar, i like all kinds of cash
dawg it’s 12, get behind us, roll the windows up and smash out
b*tch i send my shooter money, he want cash app for that crash out

[verse 3: ken car$on]
bang, cash app for that crash out
i’ma sell that b*tch
put a n***a on a cross, he get crucified
i’ma nail that b*tch
coulda’ f*cked yo’ ho’, but i was too d*mn high to rail that b*tch
she was off that blow, so you know it ain’t nothin’ you could really tell that b*tch
f*ck it, i’ma go sell that b*tch
box her up, mail that b*tch
thats how you know my pimpin’ lit
thats how you know i’m pimpin’ sh*t
i’ll slap a b*tch out quick
and you know i’ll wipe a n***a nose, just like a handkerchief
if a n***a f*ckin’ with the o, i’ll put that bank on him
yeah i got a lil’ stamp, but i want a lil’ more, i’ll up my rank on him
i ash my blunt on him
i spill my drank on him
i’on give a sh*t, i’on give a d*mn, i’on give a f*ck ’bout him

- destroy lonely

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