Letra de ​Nightcore - Ken Carson

Kush smoke in my lungs

Tattoos on my neck and on my arms

I can tell by the way she look, huh, huh, she want some

She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta

Ain't got no time for no bitch, but I fuck on a ho, and I get back to that money after

Ain't got no time for no bitch, bae, I just want your throat, if you don't pull up quick, I'ma cancel

These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper

That boy shirt dirty, throw it in the hamper

I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper

I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this bitch up like a candle

I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle

If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle

Shawty keep grabbin' my dick like a handle

My neck and wrist and ears are Hindu

I don't fuck with you and I don't fuck with him too

She want me to be her quarterback, huh, and she my center

You weren't even worried 'bout that bitch 'til I put my dick in her

I treat these hoes just like a rental

You treat these hoes, huh, to dinner

Upside down cross, I'm a sinner

I'm not perfect

I give her all the time in the world and she worth it

So many niggas rode my wave, yeah, they surfed it

And then that tsunami came real urgent

It's just how I talk, baby, I ain't flirtin'

If I don't do nothin', I'ma get them racks for certain

She reachin' for my dick, I had to close the curtains

All that sneak dissin' shit, now that boy in a urn

Stop all that hating shit, lil' nigga, wait your turn

Relax, 'cause when it's your turn, huh, ain't no goin' back

I think it's my turn to hit your ho from the back

She said she love me, I told that bitch, "I ain't on that"

It's Double O gang, it's Double O gang, yeah, we not a frat

Diamonds on my ring, diamonds on my chain, yeah, VVS

I ain't talkin' 'bout DJ Khaled, but, uh, we the best

I charge a hundred K for my talents, huh, nothin' less

And I just popped this X, and I can feel it in my chest

I can feel it kickin' in, woah, Lionel Messi

She can feel me in her skin, woah, she gettin' stretched

I had money way before a blue check

I had money way before this shit

I sing to your bitch like Jodeci

I sing to your bitch, like, woah

You dropped and nobody noticed it

I go viral every time I post

I been tourin' coast to coast

I sip drank every time that I smoke, woah

Kush smoke in my lungs

Tattoos on my neck and on my arms

I can tell by the way she look, huh, huh, she want some

She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta

Ain't got no time for no bitch, but I fuck on a ho, and I get back to that money after

Ain't got no time for no bitch, bae, I just want your throat, if you don't pull up quick, I'ma cancel

These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper

That boy shirt dirty, throw it in the hamper

I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper

I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this bitch up like a candle

I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle

If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle (Neilaworld)

Shawty keep grabbin' my dick like a handle

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