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x for breakfas - ken carson lyrics

[intro]
wake up filthy
x man, x man, x man
x man, x man, x man
yeah, x man, x man, x man
oh, 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 coming back for seconds
upside down on my cross, yeah you know how i shoot the reverend
send that boy straight to heaven, guess you could call it a blessing
n*gga mad cause we f*ckin on the same hoe
see me, nah i ain’t stressing
or is you mad because she f*cked with me first and shе f*cked with you second
or is you mad cause i got that bag, and your pockеts 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 talking like he hard as sh*t but he soft as a feather
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
n*ggas talking bout some cash, b*tch we havin’ extras (yeah)
n*ggas still smoking gas, b*tch we having 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 serving crack
if this sh*t don’t work lil b*tch, i bet i go back to the trap
if he playing with my work, i’ll knock that boy right off the map
we got heavy metal b*tch
these lil boys be having 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
hoe 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 sell that b*tch
put a n*gga 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 nothing 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 pimping lit
thats how you know i’m pimping 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*cking with the o, i’ll put that bank on him
yeah i got a lil stamp, but i want a lilg more, i’ll up my rank on him
i ash my blunt on him
i spill my drank on him
ion give a sh*t, ion give a d*mn, ion give a f*ck bout him

- ken carson lyrics

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