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

(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

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