Ken Carson - Trap Jump (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Ken Carson - Trap Jump (en) Lyrics
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Trap jump like Jordan, I mean
the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spend
the whole day at the spa
He ain’t die yet 'cause when he die,
they gon' say it’s my fault
I fuck a bitch and forget
it, I iced out my wrist,
yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes
'cause she play Ken Carson
through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike
I give 'em three strikes, Adidas
I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter
to half, yeah, to a whole pound
You wanna get down with the gang
but if you ain't got a billion
then you can’t get down
I’ve just been crackin' these seals
and droppin’ these ceilings,
they makin' these sounds
Ain't callin' no shooter, you
try and I shoot up the buildin’,
I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin'
off rounds, huh, huh
Huh, huh, the SRT came
with a wide-body kit
Thick shit, that's a wide-body bitch
Slick Rick, I'm in pirate mode
I'm the one who put designs on that ho
Ed Hardy, I designed it,
I'm the designer
Put that lil' ho in designer, like
Lonely, ain't havin' no stylist,
you know I'm the finder
Who you love? I need a reminder
Do I love you? Kind of
I ain't fallin' in love
with these hoes
Is we fuckin' or what? Let me know
I ain't callin' you over
here for nothin'
I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off
and get high at the same time
That's your dog? I'm shootin' the K9
That AR one-five gon' do somethin'
I'm in the field with cleats and
shoulder pads, I know these
niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Know she a freak, she tatted
the side of her ass, I'ma
slide in it like a QB
I ain't cuttin' no ties, this
shit forever, that mean
you mean somethin' to me
I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather,
cuh, ignore your pants
Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah,
where the fuck them bands?
Where the fuck yo' chains
at? (Pussy nigga)
Where the fuck the niggas
I started out with at?
Where the fuck them broke ass
bitches who was talkin'
shit? They in the back
Incognito, I'm ridin' in the
black truck, Cadillac
And it's bulletproof, heavy shit,
she think she Heaven sent
But she sent from Hell, if you
wanna go, I'll take you there
I'm aimin' at your head, these
niggas be shootin' in the air
He ain't die yet 'cause when he die,
they gon' say it's my fault
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