CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : X For Breakfas
(Wake up, F1lthy)
X man, X man, X man
X man, X man, X man
Yeah, X man, X man, X man
Uh, X man, X man, X man
She said "What you eat this morning", b*t*h, I had X for breakfast
I threw that b*t*h on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce
I ate that lil' b*t*h, she was super wet
I ain’t need no beverage
The way I f**k lil' shawty, she coming 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
N***a mad cause we f**kin on the same ho, see me, nah I ain’t stressing
Or is you mad because she f**ked with me first and she f**kеd with you second?
Or is you mad cause I got that bag, and your pockets unhеalthy?
Walk in that b*t*h, they know I'm rich, yeah, they know that I'm wealthy
Balenciaga on my kicks, and my jacket, Margiela
He talking like he hard as sh*t, but he soft as a feather
N***a's talking 'bout some cash, b*t*h, we havin' extras (Yeah)
N***a's still smoking gas, b*t*h, we having pressure (Yeah)
Got this fine a** b*t*h she mad cause I still ain't text her back
B*t*h I’m into fashion (Yup)
But my brother serving crack
If this sh*t don't work lil' b*t*h, I bet I go right back to the trap
If he playing with my work, I’ll knock that boy right off the map
We got heavy metal, b*t*h, these lil' boys be having scraps
I rock every leather b*t*h, and you know that sh*t all black
I f**k every type of b*t*h, 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*t*h, I send my shooter money, he want CashApp for that crash out
Bang, CashApp for that crash out, I'ma sell that b*t*h
Put a n***a on a cross, he get Crucified, I'ma nail that b*t*h
Coulda' f**ked yo' ho', but I was too damn high to rail that b*t*h
She was off that blow, so you know it ain't nothing you could tell that b*t*h
F**k it, I'ma go sell that b*t*h
Box her up, mail that b*t*h
That's how you know my pimping lit
That's how you know I'm pimping sh*t
I'll slap a b*t*h out, quick
And you know I'll wipe a n***a nose, just like a handkerchief
If a n***a f**king 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't give a sh*t, I 'on't give a damn, I 'on't give a f**k bout him
X man, X man, X man
X man, X man, X man
Yeah, X man, X man, X man
Uh, X man, X man, X man
She said "What you eat this morning", b*t*h, I had X for breakfast
I threw that b*t*h on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce
I ate that lil' b*t*h, she was super wet
I ain’t need no beverage
The way I f**k lil' shawty, she coming 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
N***a mad cause we f**kin on the same ho, see me, nah I ain’t stressing
Or is you mad because she f**ked with me first and she f**kеd with you second?
Or is you mad cause I got that bag, and your pockets unhеalthy?
Walk in that b*t*h, they know I'm rich, yeah, they know that I'm wealthy
Balenciaga on my kicks, and my jacket, Margiela
He talking like he hard as sh*t, but he soft as a feather
N***a's talking 'bout some cash, b*t*h, we havin' extras (Yeah)
N***a's still smoking gas, b*t*h, we having pressure (Yeah)
Got this fine a** b*t*h she mad cause I still ain't text her back
B*t*h I’m into fashion (Yup)
But my brother serving crack
If this sh*t don't work lil' b*t*h, I bet I go right back to the trap
If he playing with my work, I’ll knock that boy right off the map
We got heavy metal, b*t*h, these lil' boys be having scraps
I rock every leather b*t*h, and you know that sh*t all black
I f**k every type of b*t*h, 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*t*h, I send my shooter money, he want CashApp for that crash out
Bang, CashApp for that crash out, I'ma sell that b*t*h
Put a n***a on a cross, he get Crucified, I'ma nail that b*t*h
Coulda' f**ked yo' ho', but I was too damn high to rail that b*t*h
She was off that blow, so you know it ain't nothing you could tell that b*t*h
F**k it, I'ma go sell that b*t*h
Box her up, mail that b*t*h
That's how you know my pimping lit
That's how you know I'm pimping sh*t
I'll slap a b*t*h out, quick
And you know I'll wipe a n***a nose, just like a handkerchief
If a n***a f**king 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't give a sh*t, I 'on't give a damn, I 'on't give a f**k bout him
