cover my ears versuri

Versuri Ken Carson & Playboi Carti – cover my ears 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]
This is the xperiment (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cover my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearin’ it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearin’ it (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
And I cover up my ears whеn you talk, no way I’m hearin’ it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
As long as I got that yop’ stick, I ain’t fearin’ shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
As long as I got my chopstick, I’m gon’ use ‘em like a Asian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black bitch say she mixed, yeah, yeah, she Blasian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keke, you know I won’t worry ‘bout the case, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty on go, passin’ bro, yeah, I’m not (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not celibate, put that on everything you got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not celibate, put that on everything you got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you not celibate, put that on everything you got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 you know ho gon’ flop when cartoon drop, okay
Can’t even beef on the internet, these niggas cartoons, hah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Some bitch wanna meet [?], we gotta tell your other nigga
I ain’t stressin’ ‘bout the pussy, I want figures (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 make lil’ ho mines, yeah
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, Jay said, „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