Ken Carson - ss (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Ken Carson - ss (en) Lyrics
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Promethazine habit, lean
habit, codeine habit
Kickstand yeah, biker, yeah,
yeah, I'm leanin'
I chop the top off the McLaren,
this ain't no Lamborghini
My white ho got big titties, she
remind me of Sydney Sweeney
Sydney Sweeney, Sydney Sweeney
I rock that stick like it's a purse,
yeah, my chopper swinging
Like Sydney Sweeney, my stick
have them titties underneath
Like Sydney Sweeney, my bitch
titties big like double D
Emergency, emergency
Shawty just threw it back,
she tryna hurt me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shawty just threw
it back, she tryna birth one
But I'm way too rich, yeah, for this
bitch, no, I can't birth none
My swag way too sick, I
need an IV, yeah, yeah
Cs in my pocket, but we
throwin' Bs over here
I got designer habits, I got designer
habits, I can't stop
I was fuckin' on your bitch
in my Rick Owens socks
My Rick Owens socks, my
Rick Owens socks, yeah
I'm off the G6, they don't
know if I'm talkin' 'bout
the pill or the plane
Iced out my mouth, went Alex Moss, I
don't know none 'bout Johnny Dang
I got unlimited jewelry,
I put a X on my chain
She got unlimited pussy, I'm
'bout to fuck her for hours
Switched up my flow, he can't keep
up, that boy career goin' sour
Paris Fashion Week, she wanna
fuck at the Eiffel Tower
Paris Fashion Week, I'm off the
ho, 'bout to get devoured
She say she like my aesthetic, all
gas, no brakes, I'm unleaded
If I fuck with you, then we locked
in, yeah, we dreaded
She fuckin' with me, yeah, she rubbin',
yeah, her hand through my dreads
Ain't repeatin' shit after I speak,
bitch, I mean what I said
I can buy fifteen Richie Mills,
why would I cop a Rolex?
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