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Versuri Ken Carson – deaf note lyrics

Lyrics from Live Performance

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Bitch, this the xperiment
Cover my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearin’ it
And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearin’ it
And I cover up my ears when you talk, no way I’m hearin’ it
As long as I got that yop’ stick, I ain’t fearin’ shit
As long as I got my chopstick, I’m gon’ use ‘em like a Asian
Black bitch say she mixed, yеah, yeah, she Blasian
Kekе, you know I won’t worry ‘bout the case, uh
Shawty I’m on go, passin’ bro, yeah, I’m not
You not celibate, put that on everything you got
You not celibate, put that on everything you got
Bitch, you not celibate, put that on everything you got

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
5 to the trap, pour a Sprite, then we mix it
Pourin’ up that drank every day, you not consistent
I’m pourin’ up that drank every day, you not consistent
I pour up that drank every day
Throw it in the air, hundreds, I’m makin’ dancin’ money
She suck the dick, got her crashin’ out
That gun too big, we could pass it out
You can’t leave red-handed, I still run over them hoes you be askin’ ‘bout
Too much shit in my crib, can’t fit it in a safe, where the fuck I’ma stash the guap? (The fuck?)
Too much shit in my crib, he still stashin’ out the shoebox (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it’s All Eyez on Me, just like I’m Tupac
​xperiment, but your ho gon’ flock when cartunez drop, okay
Can’t even beef on the internet, these niggas cartoons, hah
Some bitch wanna meet the other day, we gotta tell your other nigga
I ain’t stressin’ ‘bout the pussy, I want figures
Front page magazine, you can get your issue
I might send you my location before I hit ya

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Four in the drank, I’ma pass out (Schyeah)
Ride with the dually, my cash—
Ridin’ in the dually, my cash out, uh (What?)
Hit that— uh, hit that jackpot
Come in your spot like, „Yeah”
My young niggas whippin’, he mad hot
Somebody pop out mad, boy, I’m still goin’ crazy, I ain’t worryin’ about it
Still goin’ crazy, we ain’t worryin’ about it, still goin’ crazy, we ain’t worryin’
Still goin’ crazy, we ain’t worryin’, still goin’ crazy, we ain’t worryin’
Still goin’ crazy, still goin’ crazy, still goin’ crazy, we ain’t worryin’
Bitch, I’m fly like a bird, I just did another line
All of my bitches are lit, uh, I’m ‘bout to have a ménage
Put ‘em on the news, put the lil’ hot ho on news real quick, I’m talkin’ ‘bout, „Ooh” (Yeah, yeah)
All these hoes, they pussy, they don’t know what to do
YVL my set, trim set, you know this shit forever
My diamonds wet, Eliantte, baguette, baguette
Yeah, I’m throwin’ up 5’s, yeah, more beans on my neck (Woah)
Swerve in a Bentley, play with them racks, I’m on your neck
I can’t get played, poppin’ my shit with no regrets
Major league, Celine my jeans, I’m a vet’
I was born to bleed, y’all niggas pussy, ah, yeah
What you see in me? Bitch, I’m a hustler, I don’t care (Wow)
Pussy, money, weed, we havin’ tons of it over here
Bitch, I’m a prodigy, they’ll have to kill me, put me in check

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah