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letra de x for breakfas - ken carson

[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

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