Letra de Xposed - Ken Carson

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

One for the money, two for the show

Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes

She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4

Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double-O

He ain't really on that, he just talking, he a troll

All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed

Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke

When I walk, you can tell I have it

When I talk, you can hear them trolls yappin'

I gave that bitch some money, now she so happy

I switched her whole status, I changed her life

I been fighting my fashion habits, everything I like, buy twice

That shit don't bother me, niggas been stealing swag all my life

These hoes don't bother me, I can't be bothered

I'm the Black Panther, feel like T'Challa

Huh, huh, I'm on the X Files, huh, my bitch X'd up

Can't wait 'til we put him down, he think he next up

You ain't did shit that you rap about, that boy a wrestler

Huh, I think I'm charged up, I just popped a Tesla

Nigga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan'

These niggas ain't fucking with me, let's go band for band

You ain't flexin' on me, bitch, you flexin' on your fans

That mil' you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? This shit loaded

Every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke

Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki

Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me

I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare

I have a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here

I'm havin' bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty

Bread, bread, shawty

Bread, bread, shawty

Get your bread, bread, bread up

Fucking on your ho, woah, I got her legs up

Fucking on your ho, you ain't know? Boy, keep your head up

Fucking on another nigga ho because she fed up

I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up

He say I'm an opp, why the fuck he ain't said nothin'?

Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist

I trap shit like Three 6

We the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia

Yeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough

These niggas old and popped

Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot

Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot

One for the money, two for these thots

Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot

If a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen5

I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied

Put racks on, put the racks on that

Put a bag on it, put a tax on that

Camo flag, huh, gang shit

How you mourn? What you gon' do when that pain hit?

I been rockin', I been ravin', I been raging

She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage

Ain't no competition, all these niggas in the way

Ain't no competition, huh, I know I'm okay

I ain't pressed 'bout none of these niggas

I ain't stressed 'bout none of these bitches

I been countin' up too much shit

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

One for the money, two for the show

Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes

She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4

Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double-O

He ain't really on that, he just talking, he a troll

All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed

Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke

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