Dismantled

Ken Carson

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    Yeah, yeah

    Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
    Iced out belt hold my pants up
    Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
    How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
    That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
    Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
    If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
    Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
    Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled

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    Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be fucked with
    Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
    Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you fuck with?
    Yeah, who you fuck with? Yeah
    I ain't fuckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
    I'm tryna cop a [?] crib, yeah, with a gate
    I live a fast life with no brakes
    Supercharged, all-wheel drive
    No, I can't fuck with these bitches, they gon' say that [?]
    Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
    If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson fucked your bitch, prolly
    My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
    She rock [?] camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
    Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
    You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
    No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
    Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
    Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
    I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
    Give a fuck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
    Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started

    Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
    Iced out belt hold my pants up
    Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
    How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
    That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
    Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
    If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
    Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
    Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled

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    Composición: Ken Carson, Lucian y Clifton Meador Shayne

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