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Ken Carson - Freestyle 2 (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arman Andican
Arman Andican
Songwriter
Gabriel Rousseau
Gabriel Rousseau
Songwriter
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Richard Ortiz
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
F1lthy
Producer
Gab3
Gab3
Producer
Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
AM
AM
Producer
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

(Wake up, F1lthy) Yeah, I put that ho in Prada, and after, I made her holler And my bro took off your mans, I heard that was your top shotter I got Vetements on my pants and my shirt Balenciaga Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh My swag came a long way, I was rockin' nada I don't give a fuck 'bout what a ho say, these hoes not my problem Sent a hundred shots out that Rolls, ayy, them 7.62s got him Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Them 7.62s hit his body, made him Harlem Shake I get to that bag, to that cake, you procrastinate Now she wanna fuck with me now, but she pulled up too late When I send my boy a opp to drop, he be so fascinated Fuck the D.A., they ain't got no evidence, they closed they case If a nigga thinkin' this shit sweet, he get shot in his face I got Glock 19s, ARPs, I got hella K's I been serving codeine to these fiends, yeah, they sippin' drank 5K a pt, what you mean? Bitch, that's no debate I been countin' blues, countin' green like it's Earth Day And the nigga think he me, but he not me on my worst day I just spent your rent on my motherfuckin' shirt These niggas think we playin', hell nah, this ain't Nerf Pull up to a nigga land, pull up to his turf Pull up with that MAC-10, pull up, go berserk I been off that X again, I feel it in my nerves Now she wanna fuck with Ken, that lil' bitch get curved My lil' bitch, she not a ten, she a 130 And I withdraw all the money that was at the bank, bitch, that's word I got Wockhardt in my system, that's why my words slurred They was so surprised when they killed him, but that boy was chirpin' like a bird Nigga, I'm the shit like a turd, but my shit smell like cologne I fuck her face, yeah, I fuck her makeup up, then I send that bitch home You don't wanna race, yeah, this an SRT with a Redeye package on it You don't want no smoke, bitch, FN Five-seveN shoot a nigga in his dome Hit that boy in his chest, hit his heart, now it's chrome Huh, I told that pussy nigga, "Yeah, leave me alone", huh, huh Shouldn't have fucked with a member, huh You shouldn't have fucked with the gang, huh You shouldn't have fucked with the X-M-A-N, yeah, X-Man And all my niggas masked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, just like Bane And all my niggas in control of this shit, yeah, like a game Opium
Writer(s): Richard Ortiz, Gabriel Rousseau, Arman Andican, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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