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destroy lonely & ken car$on - x 4 breakfast lyrics

[ken car$on:]
x+man x+man x+man
yuh
x+man x+man x+man
yuh
x+man x+man x+man
uh
x+man x+man x+man

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 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 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 cause 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
[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
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

[ken car$on:]
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 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+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’on give a sh+t, i’on give a d+mn, i’on give a f+ck ’bout him

- destroy lonely ken caron lyrics

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