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Ken Carson - Im Different Emotionless Lyrics

[Intro]
(8-808)
Ugh, your whole—, ugh
See, that's why I had so much loyalty to you when your niggas was in my shit, bruh
I l—, You know what, I'm not even goin' to be petty either, 'cause I got my own shit goin' on
It's cool though, really, enjoy yourself
You—you a different type of guy
Huh, I'm different, huh, huh, I'm different, yeah, yeah, I'm different
And I didn't think you was, but you are
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, you thought
I really thought like, I really thought our brains was, you know, were in the fuck sync
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, fuck what you thought
Like, I'm just kee-kee'ing at this 'cause it's funny to me, but okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, fuck the law
Huh, huh, fuck these hoes, raw
Huh, huh, fuck these hoes, huh, huh, raw
I can send you my friends, but you know, you know this shit a cult with me and my bitches
Huh, huh, fuck these hoes, yeah, I'm all in her jaw
Like, I am the ring fuckin' leader, ho

[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, fuck the bitch 'till I get soft
Huh, huh, huh, fuck the bitch, tell her, "Nod off," Let's go
Huh, fuck the bitch, yeah, with my dog, huh, switch-a-roo
Fuck the bitch, yeah, with my dog, yeah, switch-a-roo
Now he mad 'cause he can't control what these bitches do
I fucked your bitch, recorded it, and then I sent the pic' to you
She singin' all my songs, she know every word, she like my visuals
And if I leave my house, you knowin', yeah, it's them residuals
I'm in the Bentley coupe, and that bitch tinted, ooh
I'm outside, and you know it's hot, so I'm dropping the ceiling
Huh, I ain't put my pride to the side, but baby, I'm feeling you
Killing who? These niggas ain't on nun', I put some bills on you
Emotionless, yeah, Novacane, I cannot feel shit
Way back when I ain't have nun', if I wanted something, I'd go steal it
I keep that shit any time, I don't leave my crib without my steel
I go crazy on them pills, and I go crazy without 'em
He was playing 'bout my money, and my nigga shot him
Fuck your gang, fuck your clan, fuck your top shotta
My young nigga take you off, for the top dollar
I'm with the gang, I'm with the clan, yeah, top golf
And when I'm not with the gang, yeah, I'm getting topped off
I'm tryna put my glizzy in her buns, like a hotdog
Let's go, pourin' up this wock, I got a lot dog, let's go
Pourin' up that red, I call it hot sauce, let's go
Fuckin' on your bitch, tryna get my rocks off
Tryna get my dick sucked, tryna get my nut off, yeah