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Ken Carson - Singapore Feat. Destroy Lonely (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
Songwriter
Nicholas Spires
Nicholas Spires
Songwriter
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
lil88
lil88
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Nick Spiders
Nick Spiders
Producer
LBW
LBW
Producer
Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(8-808) Huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh 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 lose the brain I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your bitch droppin' thirty-pointers Takin' flights, yeah, with your bitch, we in Singapore I'm that type of nigga post your bitch, and you can't ignore Now when everybody see that bitch, they like, "Oh, there go Ken Carson 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 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 ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team Huh, Alex Moss just did my ring, I make her 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 halo and I'm finna squeeze 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 lose the brain I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in your bitch droppin' thirty-pointers Takin' flights, yeah, with your bitch, we in Singapore
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Luke Benjamin Wanmaker, Nick Spiers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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