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x for breakfastt - ken carson lyrics

[intro: ken carson]
(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 say, “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, you know how i 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 ’cause she f*cked with me first and she f*cked with you sеcond
or is you mad ’cause i got that bag and your pockets unhealthy
walk in that b*tch, thеy 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 serving 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 knock that boy right off the map
we got heavy metal, b*tch, these lil’ boys be havin’ straps
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 rock out ’cause of cash
dawg, it’s 12 get behind us, roll the window up and smash out
b*tch, i send my shooter money, he won’t cashapp for that crash out

[verse 3: ken carson]
dang, cashout 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
could’ve 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 can tell that b*tch
f*ck it, i’ma go sell that b*tch
boss her up, nail that b*tch
that’s how you know my pimpin’ lit
that’s how you know i’m pimpin’ sh*t
i slap a b*tch out quick
and you know i wipe a n*gga nose just like a handkerchief
if a n*gga f*ckin’ with the o, i put that bank on him
yeah, i got a lil’ stamp, but i want a lil’ more
i up my rank on him, i ask my blunt on him
i’ll spill my drink on him
i’on give a sh*t, i’on give a d*mn, i’on give a f*ck ’bout him

- ken carson lyrics

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