Singapore Lyrics – Ken Carson

[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’ bitch droppin’ thirty pointers
Takin’ flights, yeah, with yo’ bitch, we in Singapore

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I’m that type of nigga that post yo’ bitch, and you can’t ignore
Now when everybody see that bitch, 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, bitch, 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 fuck, I guess we should hate on him”
Huh, but I give no fucks, 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’ bitch droppin’ thirty pointers

Takin’ flights, yeah, with yo’ bitch, we in Singapore