Singapore

作词 : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Bobby Sandimanie III/Jalan Lowe/Bryan Simmons/Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker/Nicholas Spires

作曲 : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Bobby Sandimanie III/Jalan Lowe/Bryan Simmons/Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker/Nicholas Spires

[Intro: Ken Carson]

808

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Rockin' that shit with a hunnid, through 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 brain

I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain

Thirty pointers, every night, yeah, me and yo' b***h droppin' thirty pointers

Takin' flights, yeah, with yo' b***h, we in Singapore

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]

I'm that type of nigga that post yo' b***h, and you can't ignore

Now when everybody see that b***h, they like, "Oh, there go Ken Carson's whore"

Yeah, I get fly like a raven, but a nigga not in Baltimore

When you talk to me, you talking the money because I'm a walking ATM

Sold out tour, damn, they should’ve booked a 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

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]

I get higher than a UFO, b***h, 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 knew just ain’t no savin’ him

And they like “Lonely rich as ****, I guess we should hate on him”

Huh, but I give no ****s, I’m overseas and I did Balenci’ my jeans

Huh, I called a brand new hoe, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team

Huh, Alex Moss just did my ring, I make ‘em 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 nun’ 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

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Rockin' that shit with a hunnid, through 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 brain

I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain

Thirty pointers, every night, yeah, me and yo' b***h droppin' thirty pointers

Takin' flights, yeah, with yo' b***h, we in Singapore