X FOR BREAKFAST
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(Wake up F1lthy)
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 morning?"
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 I'll shoot the reverend
Send that boy straight to heaven, guess you could call it a blessin'
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
Yeah, 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
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
Bitch, I send my shooter money, he want Cash App for that crash out
Bang, Cash App for that crash out
I'ma Zelle 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 tell that bitch
Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch
Box her up, mail that bitch
That's how you know my pimpin' lit
That's 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 don't give a shit, I don't give a damn
I don't give a fuck 'bout him
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 morning?"
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 I'll shoot the reverend
Send that boy straight to heaven, guess you could call it a blessin'
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
Yeah, 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
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
Bitch, I send my shooter money, he want Cash App for that crash out
Bang, Cash App for that crash out
I'ma Zelle 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 tell that bitch
Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch
Box her up, mail that bitch
That's how you know my pimpin' lit
That's 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 don't give a shit, I don't give a damn
I don't give a fuck 'bout him