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Ken Carson - Singapore feat. Destroy Lonely (official music video) INVERTED
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演出藝人
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
聲樂
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
聲樂
詞曲
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
詞曲創作
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
詞曲創作
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
詞曲創作
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
詞曲創作
Nicholas Spires
Nicholas Spires
詞曲創作
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Jalan Anthony Lowe
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
lil88
lil88
製作人
TM88
TM88
製作人
Nick Spiders
Nick Spiders
製作人
LBW
LBW
製作人
Kendall Roark Bailey
Kendall Roark Bailey
混音師
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
錄音師
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
母帶工程師

歌詞

(8-808) Huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing I got rich before I turned 23, like LeBron James Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your bitch droppin' thirty-pointers Takin' flights, yeah, with your bitch, we in Singapore I'm that type of nigga post your 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 nigga not in Baltimore When you talk to me, you talking to money because I'm a walking ATM Sold out tour, damn, they should've booked the stadium She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson? Ain't you X?" Hell yeah, that's him I got guns bigger than these niggas, I could never be scared of them He was talking real tough 'til a nigga shot that lead at him I get higher than a UFO, bitch, I'm an alien I just got this ho from the Middle East, she Israelian I just made a hundred thousand, stuffed it in some raver pants Yeah, 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 make one call like Ken Nugent ain't no savin' him And they like "Lonely rich as fuck, I guess we should hate on him" Huh, but I give no fucks, I'm overseas and I did Balenci' my jeans Huh, I called a brand new ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team Huh, Alex Moss just did my ring, I make her kiss my ring Yeah, she suck me clean, I make her spit just like listerine Yeah, I pulled off in a Ghost, baby, like a mystery Huh, a real big dawg, 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 halo and I'm finna squeeze Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing I got rich before I turned 23, like LeBron James Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your bitch droppin' thirty-pointers Takin' flights, yeah, with your bitch, we in Singapore
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Luke Benjamin Wanmaker, Nick Spiers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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