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Versuri Ken Carson – the ritual lyrics

[Intro]
E in this motherfucker, you know it
You know what this shit ‘bout (YV)
‘Bout that motherfuckin’ money, you know (Young Vamp)

[Chorus]
Chains and watches (Chains and watches)
The trap hibachi (Yeah)
Cooked the brick right in front of my posse (Yeah)
I can’t go without it (Yeah)
Addicted to them drugs, I need me an Oxy’ (Addicted)
I don’t pop no Roxies (Nah)
If I pop a Perc’, it’s an RP 10
My balls on her chin (Yeah)
I fuck her, then send that ho back to her friends (Oh, yeah)
Got a new bitch I’m seein’ (Yeah)
I’m whippin’ a Rolls, I could’ve went Benz (I’m whippin’ a Rolls)
I could’ve went Maybach (Woah)
My mama taught me don’t sell dope where you lay at (Woah)
I’m wherever thе K at (Yeah)
And these hoеs gon’ be wherever the money go (Yeah)
So I stand on my tippy-toes (Yeah)
When you see my face, I receive residual (What the fuck?)
Okay, this a ritual (Yeah)
I remember they hated like I was invisible (What the fuck?)
I remember you hated (Fuck)
Now you just a fan, bitch, you should’ve waited (Yeah)
I swear ain’t nobody hit my phone until I made it (Yeah, yeah)
I swear everybody waitin’ on a young nigga to fail (Yeah, yeah)
But I can’t lose, I always find a way to prevail (What the fuck?)

[Verse]
I told my bitch she at her best, yeah, when she naked (What the fuck?)
My ex still holdin’ onto my heart, it’s hard to replace it (Yeah)
I told you it was gon’ be hard to fill the void
Now you wanna act like you mine, girl, I’m not yours
Locked in, busy, got no time, can’t let you waste it (What the fuck?)
I been gettin’ older, I been workin’ on my patience (What the fuck?)
Codeine soda, I swear I can’t put down the cup (What the fuck?)
Niggas on my dick, copy my swag, but they can’t keep up (What the fuck?)
Big gas, big smoke, make you choke, that’s how you know that it’s real (Cough, cough)
Big coat, it’s negative zero and I’m still in the field (Yeah)
Way before the money and blonde dreads, had them hoes on me still (Yeah)
But I got a whiff of fame and your true colors reveal
Can’t let you play with my name, I stand on ten over heel (Yeah)
If you throw a rock and hide your hand, I’m takin’ off your head (Yeah)
I pop fashion garments, this not Ralph Lauren, this Greg (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Chains and watches, ha, you know how I pop it, you know how I play it

[Bridge]
Ha, ha
Ha, ha

[Chorus]
Chains and watches (Ha, ha)
The trap hibachi (Ha)
Cooked the brick right in front of my posse (Ha)
I can’t go without it (Ha)
Addicted to them drugs, I need me an Oxy’ (Ha, ha)
I don’t pop no Roxies (Nah)
If I pop a Perc’, it’s an RP 10 (Woah)
My balls on her chin (Yeah)
I fuck her, then send that ho back to her friends (Oh, yeah)
Got a new bitch I’m seein’ (Yeah)
I’m whippin’ a Rolls, I could’ve went Benz (Yeah)
I could’ve went Maybach (Yeah)
My mama taught me don’t sell dope where you lay at
I’m wherever the K at
And these hoes gon’ be wherever the money go
So I stand on my tippy-toes (Yeah)
When you see my face, I receive residual
Okay, this a ritual (Ritual)
I remember they hated like I was invisible (Woah)
I remember you hated (Woah)
Now you just a fan, bitch, you should’ve waited (Woah)
I swear ain’t nobody hit my phone until I made it (Woah)
I swear everybody waitin’ on a young nigga to fail (Yeah)
But I can’t lose, I always find a way to prevail (Yeah)