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ken carson & destroy lonely - x for breakfast (prod. fifty-2) lyrics

(ay check fifty+2’s track)
(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 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 comin’ back for seconds
upside down on my cross, yeah, you know i’ll 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 because she f+cked with me first and she f+cked with you second?
or is you mad ‘causе 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

[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 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
yeah, 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

[verse 3: ken carson]
bang, cash app for that crash out
i’ma zelle that b+tch
put a n+gga on a cross, he get crucified
i’ma nail that b+tch
coulda f+cked yo hoe 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
that’s how you know my pimpin’ lit
that’s 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 don’t give a sh+t, i don’t give a d+mn, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout him

- ken carson destroy lonely lyrics

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