CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : X FOR BREAKFASTT
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
She said "What you eat this mornin'?" 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 stressin'
Or is you mad because she f**ked with me first and she f**ked with you second?
Or is you mad cause I got that bag and your pockets unhealthy?
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 talkin' like he hard as sh*t but he soft as a feather
N***as talkin' bout some cash b*t*h we havin' extras yeah
N***as still smokin’ gas b*t*h we havin’ 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 servin' crack
If this sh*t don't work lil' b*t*h 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*t*h, these lil' boys be havin' scraps
I rock every leather b*t*h, yeah you know that sh*t all black
I f**k every type of b*t*h, yo I can't even cap
Ho I touch every type of dollar I like all kinds of cash
Dog 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
Could've f**ked your ho, but I was too damn high to rail that b*t*h
She was off that blow, so you know it ain't nothin' 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 pimpin' lit
That's how you know I'm pimpin' 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**kin' 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 sh*t, I'on give a damn, I'on give a f**k 'bout him
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
She said "What you eat this mornin'?" 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 stressin'
Or is you mad because she f**ked with me first and she f**ked with you second?
Or is you mad cause I got that bag and your pockets unhealthy?
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 talkin' like he hard as sh*t but he soft as a feather
N***as talkin' bout some cash b*t*h we havin' extras yeah
N***as still smokin’ gas b*t*h we havin’ 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 servin' crack
If this sh*t don't work lil' b*t*h 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*t*h, these lil' boys be havin' scraps
I rock every leather b*t*h, yeah you know that sh*t all black
I f**k every type of b*t*h, yo I can't even cap
Ho I touch every type of dollar I like all kinds of cash
Dog 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
Could've f**ked your ho, but I was too damn high to rail that b*t*h
She was off that blow, so you know it ain't nothin' 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 pimpin' lit
That's how you know I'm pimpin' 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**kin' 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 sh*t, I'on give a damn, I'on give a f**k 'bout him
