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Nightcore (Explicit) - Ken Carson
Lyrics by：Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Pierre Thevenot/Stefan Cismigiu
Composed by：Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Pierre Thevenot/Stefan Cismigiu
Produced by：Lukrative/Lucian
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look huh-huh she want some
She ask me what's my name
And then she ask me where I'm from yeah
***** I'm Ken Carson I'm from Atlanta
I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no *****
But I **** on a ho
And I get right to the money after
Ain't got no time for no ***** man
I just want some throat
If you don't do it quick I'ma cancel
These niggas constipated and they know I'm the ****
Yeah I need me a Pamper
That boy so dirty throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib if you don't come outside
Then I'ma pack this ***** up like a camel
I'm in New York and I know that these niggas
Ain't shooting **** like Julius Randle
If you want smoke then I'm gettin' the handle
Shawty keep grabbin' my d**k like a handle
My neck and wrist and ears are Hindu
I don't **** with you and I don't **** with him too
She want me to be her quarterback huh and she my center
You weren't even worried 'bout that *****
'Til I put my d**k in her
I treat these h*es just like a rental
You treat these h*es like a dental
Upside down 'cross I'm a sinner
I'm not perfect
I give her all the time in the world
And she worth it
So many niggas want my wave yeah they surf d**k
And then that tsunami came real urgent
It's just how I talk baby I ain't flirtin'
If I don't do nothin' I'ma get them racks for certain
She reachin' for my d**k I had to close the curtains
All that sneak dissin' **** now that boy in a urn
Stop all that hating **** lil' nigga wait your turn
Relax 'cause when it's your turn huh ain't no goin' back
I think it's my turn to hit your ho from the back
She said she love me I told that *****
I ain't on that
It's double O gang it's double O gang
Yeah we not a frat
Diamonds on my ring
Diamonds on my chain yeah V V S
I ain't talkin' 'bout D J Khaled but uh we the best
I charge a hunnid K for my talents huh nothin' less
And I just popped this X
And I can feel it in my chest
I can feel it kickin' in woah Lionel Messi
She can feel me in her skin woah she gettin' stretched
I had money way before a blue check
I had money way before this ****
I sing to your ***** like Jodeci
I sing to your ***** like woah
You dropped and nobody noticed it
I go viral every time I post
I been tourin' coast to coast
I sip drank every time that I smoke woah
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look huh-huh she want some
She ask me what's my name
And then she ask me where I'm from yeah
***** I'm Ken Carson I'm from Atlanta
I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no *****
But I **** on a ho
And I get right to the money after
Ain't got no time for no ***** man
I just want some throat
If you don't do it quick I'ma cancel
These niggas constipated and they know I'm the ****
Yeah I need me a Pamper
That boy so dirty throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib if you don't come outside
Then I'ma pack this ***** up like a camel
I'm in New York and I know that these niggas
Ain't shooting **** like Julius Randle
If you want smoke then I'm gettin' the handle
Neilaworld
Shawty keep grabbin' my d**k like a handle
