Letra de deaf note - Ken Carson

(Feat. Playboi Carti)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, this the xperiment

Cover my ears when you talk, I ain't hearin' it

And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain't hearin' it

And I cover up my ears when you talk, girl, I ain't hearin' it

As long as I got that yop stick, I ain't fearin' shit

As long as I got my chopstick, I'm gon' use 'em like a Asian

Black bitch say she mixed, what? Yeah, she Blasian

Kick in your door, woah, woah, we brought them K's in

Shawty on go, pass to bro, yeah, I'm not

You not celibate, put that on everything you got

You not celibate, put that on everything you got

Bitch, you not celibate, put that on everything you got

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah

5 take a trap, fourth of Sprite, then remix it (What the fuck?)

Pourin' up the drank every day, you not consistent (What the fuck?)

I pour up that drank every day, niggas not consistent (What? What the fuck?)

I pour up that drank every day (What the fuck? Yeah, yeah)

Throw it in the air, hundreds (Yeah), I'ma make her dance for money (Yeah)

She suck the dick, got her crashin' out

They don't know what she doin', she just pass it out (Yeah)

You can't leave red-handed, I still run over them hoes you be askin' 'bout (Yeah)

Too much shit in my crib, can't fit it in a safe, where the fuck I'ma stash the guap? (Yeah)

Too much shit in my crib, he still stashin' out the shoebox (Yeah)

Everywhere I go, it's all eyes on me, like I'm Tupac (Yeah)

I'm ​xperiment, but your ho gon' flock when cartunez drop (Yeah)

Can't beef on the internet, these niggas cartoon opps (Yeah)

Told the bitch, "I ain't into that," you can leave that to your other nigga (Yeah)

I ain't stressin' 'bout the pussy, I want figures (Yeah)

Front page magazine, you can get your issue (Yeah)

I'll send you my location before I hit ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah

Uh, four in the drank, I'ma pass out

Ride with the dually, my cash— uh

Ridin' in the dually, my cash out

Uh, hit that— uh, hit that jackpot

Come in your spot like, yeah, huh

My young nigga with me, he mad hot

Something 'bout me, pop out mad bosses

Still goin' crazy, I ain't worried about it

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worried about it, still goin' crazy, we ain't worried

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worried, still goin' crazy, we ain't worried

Still goin' crazy, still goin' crazy, still goin' crazy, we ain't worried

Bitch, I'm fly like a bird (Yeah), I just gave him a 9 (Why?)

All of my bitches, they with me, uh, I'm 'bout to have a ménage (Fire)

Put 'em on the news

Put a lot of hoes on news real quick, I'm talkin' 'bout, "Ooh" (Yeah, yeah)

All these hoes, they pussy, they don't know what to do

YVL my set, yeah, trim set, you know this shit forever

My diamonds, yeah, Eliantte, baguette, baguette (Yeah)

I roll with 5's, yeah, more B's on my neck (Woah)

Serena, Venus, play with them racks, I'm on your neck

I can't get played, poppin' my shit with no regrets

Major league, Celine my jeans, I'm a vet'

I was born to bleed, y'all niggas pussy, ah, yeah

What you see in me? Bitch, I'm a hustler, I don't care (Wow)

Pussy, money, weed, we havin' tons of it over here

It's omertà, G, they gon' have to kill me, put me in the chair

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah

¿Te encanta la letra de deaf note? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!