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Ken Carson - Singapore Lyrics

Singapore Song Lyrics
Singapore by Ken Carson [Intro: Ken Carson]
(8-808)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw 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 the lose brain
I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your b**ch droppin' thirty-pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, with your b**ch, we in Singapore

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I'm that type of nigga that post your b**ch, and you can't ignore
Now when everybody see that b**ch, 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 to money because I'm a walking ATM
Sold out tour, damn, they should've booked the 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**ch, 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 Nugent ain't no savin' him
And they like "Lonely rich as f**k, I guess we should hate on him"
Huh, but I give no f**ks, I'm overseas and I did Balenci' my jeans
Huh, I called a brand new ho, 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 nothin' 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 hater and I'm finna squeeze

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw 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 the lose brain
I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your b**ch droppin' thirty-pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, with your b**ch, we in Singapore