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destroy lonely & ken car$on – x for breakfast lyrics

[intro: ken car$on]
(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 car$on]
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 bad b+tch
the way i f+cked lil shawty, she coming back for seconds
[?] you know i shoot the reverend
send that boy straight to heaven, guess you could call that a blessing
n+gga mad ’cause we f+cking on the same ho, see me, nah i ain’t stressing
or is you mad ’cause when you f+ck [?]
or is you mad ’cause i got that bag and your pockets unhealthy
walk in that b+tch, they know i’m rich, yeah they know that i’m wealthy
balеnciaga on my kicks and my jacket margiela
he talking likе he hard as sh+t but he soft as a feather
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
n+ggas talking ’bout some cash, b+tch we having 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 brothers serving crack
if this sh+t don’t work lil b+tch i bet i’ll 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 just having straps
i rock every leather, b+tch, and 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 let go all kinds of cash
dawg, if 12 get behind us, roll the window up and smash
b+tch i send my shooter money, he want cashapp for that crashout

[verse 3: ken car$on]
dang, cashapp for that crashout
i’mma tell that b+tch
put a n+gga on the cross, he get crucified
i’mma nail that b+tch
could’ve f+cked your ho
but i was too d+mn high, i had to rail that b+tch
she was off that blow
so you know there ain’t nothing that you could tell that b+tch
f+cking up my whole set, that b+tch
box up, nail that b+tch
that’s how you know my pimping lit
that’s how you know i’m pimping sh+t
i slap a b+tch i quit
and you know i’ll wipe a n+gga nose just like a handkerchief
if a n+gga f+cking with the o i put that bank on him
yeah i got a lil status but i want a lil more, i up my rank on him
i ashed my blunt on him
i spilled my drink 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

- destroy lonely ken caron lyrics

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