Ken Carson - catastrophe (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Ken Carson - catastrophe (en) Lyrics
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Ain't no brands on my clothes,
this not H&M
Too much, yeah, I can go band
for band with the ATM
Send her a late DM, now
she want to text, huh
Now she want to sex, yeah
I'ma give her the X, huh
Put that bitch on her neck
I got her in a three-point stance
She ask me what brand my pants
Robin jeans, I rob your mans
Take your money, then I hit my dance
Loaded, woah, ho, I'm off the shits
Pop out, a fan want to take a pic
When you pop out, don't nobody notice
You'll never live like this
If you don't feel me, don't
speak on it, shut up
He think he Lil Wayne 'cause he got
him a milli', lil' nigga, bеt up
Stones on my neck, huh,
I feel like Rosеtta
She gon' do what I let her
She gon' do what I tell her
She gon' do what I said, 'cause I'm
the one havin' them racks and shit
It's a great chaos, but I'm havin'
more, now it's a catastrophe
Upside-down cross on my neck,
they think it's blasphemy
Hope you got insurance on your bitch,
'cause I hit her on accident
Holdin' a TEC, yeah, I'm
boardin' the jet
Popped a G6 on a G6, said
you gon' do what? Huh?
Too much, huh, move like Donald Trump
Pockets stick out like the mumps
Take your bitch to Sephora
You can be my Barbie,
huh, if I adore ya
I'm havin' keys like Switch,
ain't sharin' shit, huh,
you can't get a switch
Pour out the seal, yeah, codeine,
codeine, I can't feel shit
Huh, huh, huh, I came a long
way, I came from the dirt
She came more than once, now
I got it on my shirt
I'm havin' Franklins, not Kirk
I'm not a jock, bitch, or a jerk
I take a thot bitch and turn her up
In this bitch, just me and my cup
Don't measure shit, just
pour that shit up
Got that blick, you know that it's up
No competition, these niggas suck
I'm sendin' shots, better duck
You better have a bulletproof truck
Say you a opp, nigga, link up
AR-15 sing Aretha, I slimed
out my teacher
Greet ya' clutchin' on my blick,
bitch, it's nice to meet you
You can keep the good girls, bring
me the thots and eaters
You can't calculate this shit,
lil' bitch, I'm off
the meter, huh, huh, huh
You can't calculate this shit, 'cause
I'm off the meter, yeah
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