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x for breakfast (prod. fifty-2) - ken carson & destroy lonely lyrics

(ay check fifty*2’s track)
(wake up f1lthy)
x*man, x*man, x*man
yeah, x*man, x*man, x*man
yeah, x*man, x*man, x*man
uh x*man, x*man, x*man

[verse 1: ken carson]
she said, “what you eat this morning’?” 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 blessin’
n*gga 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’ pockets unhealthy?
walk in that b*tch, they know i’m rich, yeah, they know that i’m wealthy
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*ggas talkin’ bout some cash, b*tch, we havin’ extras (yeah)
n*ggas 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
yeah, 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 carson]
bang, cash app for that crash out
i’ma zelle that b*tch
put a n*gga on a cross, he get crucified
i’ma nail that b*tch
coulda f*cked yo hoe 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
that’s how you know my pimpin’ lit
that’s how you know i’m pimpin’ sh*t
i’ll slap a b*tch out quick
and you know i’ll wipe a n*gga nose, just like a handkerchief
if a n*gga 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 don’t give a sh*t, i don’t give a d*mn, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout him

- ken carson destroy lonely lyrics

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