Singapore (feat. Destroy Loneny)

Ken Carson

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    (8-808)

    Huh, huh
    Huh, huh, huh, huh
    Huh, huh, huh, huh

    Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
    Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing
    I got rich before I turned 23, like LeBron James
    Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
    Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain
    I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
    Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your bitch droppin' thirty-pointers
    Takin' flights, yeah, with your bitch, we in Singapore

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    I'm that type of nigga post your bitch, and you can't ignore
    Now when everybody see that bitch, they like: Oh, there go Ken Carson's whore
    Yeah, I get fly like a raven, but a nigga not in Baltimore
    When you talk to me, you talking to money because I'm a walking ATM
    Sold out tour, damn, they should've booked the stadium
    She like: Ain't you Ken Carson? Ain't you X? Hell yeah, that's him
    I got guns bigger than these niggas, I could never be scared of them
    He was talking real tough till a nigga shot that lead at him

    I get higher than a UFO, bitch, I'm an alien
    I just got this ho from the Middle East, she Israelian
    I just made a hundred thousand, stuffed it in some raver pants
    Yeah, I just got a paper cut from countin' all this paper, man
    I come through, I'm dressed in all black like I was Satan, man
    I just make a call like Ken Nugent, ain't no savin' him
    And they like Lonely rich as fuck, I guess we should hate on him
    Huh, but I give no fucks, I'm overseas and I did Balenci' my jeans
    Huh, I called a brand new ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team
    Huh, Alex Moss just did my ring, I make her kiss my ring
    Yeah, she suck me clean, I make her spit just like Listerine
    Yeah, I pulled off in a Ghost, baby, like a mystery
    Huh, a real big dawg, you ain't seen nothin' as big as me
    They say they get as paid as me, but I agree to disagree
    Itchin', itchin' for that paper, huh, money come to me
    My trigger finger itchin' for a halo and I'm finna squeeze

    Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
    Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing
    I got rich before I turned 23, like LeBron James
    Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
    Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain
    I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
    Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your bitch droppin' thirty-pointers
    Takin' flights, yeah, with your bitch, we in Singapore

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    Composición: Bruski Boi, Ken Carson, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Nick Spiders y Luke Benjamin Wanmaker

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