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Ken Carson - Singapore feat. Destroy Lonely (official music video) INVERTED
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
Songwriter
Nicholas Spires
Nicholas Spires
Songwriter
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
lil88
lil88
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Nick Spiders
Nick Spiders
Producer
LBW
LBW
Producer
Kendall Roark Bailey
Kendall Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
8-808
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
[Chorus]
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thang
I got rich before I turned twenty-three like Lebron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain
Copped the new jewels, this a Steph Curry tennis chain
Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in yo' bitch droppin' thirty-pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, I'm with ya bitch, we in Singapore
[Verse 1]
I'm the type of **** to post ya bitch and you can't ignore
Now when everybody see that bitch, they like, "Oh, there go Ken Carson whore"
Yeah, I get fly like a Raven, but a **** not in Baltimore
When you talk to me, you talkin' to money, because I'm a walkin' ATM
Sold out tours, damn, they should of built a stadium
She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson? Ain't you X?" Hell yeah, that's him
I got guns bigger than these ****, I can't never be scared of them
He was talkin' real tough till a **** shot that lead at him
[Verse 2]
I get higher than a UFO, bitch, I'm a alien
I just got this ho from the middle east, she Israelian
I just made a hunnid thousand, stuffed it in some Raver pants
I just got a paper cut from countin' all this paper, man
I come through, I'm dressed in all black like I was satan, man
I just made one call like Ken Nugent, ain't no savin' him
And they like, "Lonely, rich as fuck, I guess we should hate on him"
I don't really give no fucks, I'm overseas, and I just Balenci' my jeans, huh
Called a brand new ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team, ugh
Alex Moss did my ring, I make her kiss my ring
Yeah, she sucked me clean, I make her spit just like Listerine
Yeah, I pulled off in a Ghost, baby, like a mystery
Huh, real big dog you ain't seen nothin' as big as me
They say they get as paid as me, but I agree to disagree
Itchin', itchin' for that paper, huh, money come to me
My trigger finger itchin' for a hater and I'm finna squeeze
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thang
I got rich before I turned twenty-three like Lebron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain
Copped the new jewels, this a Steph Curry tennis chain
Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in yo' bitch droppin' thirty-pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, I'm with ya bitch, we in Singapore
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie III, Bryan Simmons, Jalan Lowe, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker, Nicholas Spires, Nick Spiders
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