Nightcore

歌詞

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 right to the money after Ain't got no time for no bitch, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper That boy so 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 pack this bitch up like a camel 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 like a dental 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 want my wave, yeah, they surf dick 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 hunnid 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 right to the money after Ain't got no time for no bitch, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper That boy so 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 pack this bitch up like a camel 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