X For Breakfast
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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 [Verse: Ken Car$on]
She said "What you eat this mornin'?" Bitch I had X for breakfast
I threw that bitch on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce
I ate that lil bitch, she was super wet, I ain't need no beverage
The way I fuck 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
Nigga mad cause we fuckin on the same ho', see me
Nah I ain't stressin'
Or is you mad because she fucked with me
First and she fucked with you second?
Or is you mad causะต I got that bag
And yo' pockets unhealthy?
Walk in that bitch, they know I'm rich
Yะตah they know that I'm wealthy
Balenciaga on my kicks, and my jacket Margiela
He talkin' like he hard as shit but he soft as a Feather
Niggas talkin' bout some cash, bitch we havin' extras (Yeah)
Niggas still smokin' gas, bitch we havin' pressure (Yeah)
Got this fine ass bitch she mad cause I still ain't text her back
Bitch I'm into fashion (Yup)
But my brother servin' Crack
If this shit don't work lil bitch, 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 bitch
These lil boys be havin' scraps
I rock every leather bitch
Yeah you know that shit all black
I fuck every type of bitch
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
Bitch I send my shooter money, he want Cash App for that crash out
Bang, Cash App for that crash out
I'ma sell that bitch
Put a nigga on a cross, he get Crucified
I'ma nail that bitch
Coulda' fucked yo' ho', but I was too damn high to rail that bitch
She was off that blow
So you know it ain't nothin' you could really tell that bitch
Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch
Box her up, mail that bitch
Thats how you know my pimpin' lit
Thats how you know I'm pimpin' shit
I'll slap a bitch out quick
And you know I'll wipe a nigga nose, just like a Handkerchief
If a nigga fuckin' 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 shit, I'on give a damn, I'on give a fuck bout' him
X-MAN X-MAN X-MAN (Yuh)
X-MAN X-MAN X-MAN (Uh)
X-MAN X-MAN X-MAN [Verse: Ken Car$on]
She said "What you eat this mornin'?" Bitch I had X for breakfast
I threw that bitch on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce
I ate that lil bitch, she was super wet, I ain't need no beverage
The way I fuck 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
Nigga mad cause we fuckin on the same ho', see me
Nah I ain't stressin'
Or is you mad because she fucked with me
First and she fucked with you second?
Or is you mad causะต I got that bag
And yo' pockets unhealthy?
Walk in that bitch, they know I'm rich
Yะตah they know that I'm wealthy
Balenciaga on my kicks, and my jacket Margiela
He talkin' like he hard as shit but he soft as a Feather
Niggas talkin' bout some cash, bitch we havin' extras (Yeah)
Niggas still smokin' gas, bitch we havin' pressure (Yeah)
Got this fine ass bitch she mad cause I still ain't text her back
Bitch I'm into fashion (Yup)
But my brother servin' Crack
If this shit don't work lil bitch, 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 bitch
These lil boys be havin' scraps
I rock every leather bitch
Yeah you know that shit all black
I fuck every type of bitch
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
Bitch I send my shooter money, he want Cash App for that crash out
Bang, Cash App for that crash out
I'ma sell that bitch
Put a nigga on a cross, he get Crucified
I'ma nail that bitch
Coulda' fucked yo' ho', but I was too damn high to rail that bitch
She was off that blow
So you know it ain't nothin' you could really tell that bitch
Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch
Box her up, mail that bitch
Thats how you know my pimpin' lit
Thats how you know I'm pimpin' shit
I'll slap a bitch out quick
And you know I'll wipe a nigga nose, just like a Handkerchief
If a nigga fuckin' 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 shit, I'on give a damn, I'on give a fuck bout' him