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letra de rick - destroy lonely & ken carson

[intro]
(wake up, f1lthy)

[chorus: ken carson]
huh, huh, huh, huh
shoe, huh, rick, huh
pants, huh, rick, huh
i tried to stuff the racks in my pants but they ain’t fit
this sh-t unusual, it’s gon’ take some time to get used to this
i usually blow her mind, but i’m ’bout a blow her spine after this
i usually spend a nick’, but i’m ’bout a spend a dime after this
constantly gettin’ rich while these n-ggas still cryin’ like some b-tches
’cause these n-ggas be broke, and my name not bob, i will not fix it, huh, huh

[verse 1: ken carson]
i would go f-ck on yo’ bih’, huh, but i already did, huh
opiumbabi, loadin’ the glock, huh, i’m on the fn, huh
upside down cross on my chain, ’cause all i know is sin
got some nudes from yo’ main thang, i send it to my bro’s in the pen
lil’ b-tch, it’s ken carson, еvery room i walk in is like a party started
my music loud and annoying, yеah, like a dog barking
if it’s two hundred on my dash, then i’ma go-kart it, i’ma drive like it’s stolen
i put diamonds in my wallet, i got diamonds on my b-tch, yeah, yeah, ’cause she chosen
i put diamonds on my wrist, yeah, yeah, that sh-t frozen
she got diamonds in her p-ssy, yeah, yeah, that sh-t soakin’, that sh-t wet like the ocean
when i’m in it, i’m like, ”oh, sh-t”
i’m ’bout to make a fl!ck, yeah, yeah, yeah, and i don’t post it
i done hit the woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, while i’m strokin’
she can’t talk no more, yeah, yeah, yeah, ’cause she chokin’
i ain’t talkin’, i’m just smokin’
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, when i’m walkin’, she just blow me
baby, yeah, i’m ballin’ hard, something like ginóbili
then i pull up in my boulevard, ’cause we pistol tottin’, huh
my young n-ggas blowin’, huh, my young n-ggas blowin’, yeah
walk up in that store, and, yes, i blow it, huh
i just spent that n-gga whole rent on some rick owens, yeah
catch a n-gga lackin’ down in traffic then we hold it up
my pants, i can’t hold ’em up, i got h-lla o’s in ’em
babygirl, it’s opium, these n-ggas don’t want no smoke, i call ’em ogm
yeah, i’m with my boy, he chop the tote, let it go for sum’
this b-tch havin’ h-lla ass, yeah, i just might throw her some
and i’m really crashed out about that bag, this sh-t ain’t nun’, huh, yeah
this sh-t ain’t nun’, huh, yeah, that b-tch ain’t nun’, huh, yeah
that whip ain’t nun’, huh, yeah, this swag ain’t nun’, huh
chopp’s, we load ’em up, huh
bags we get ’em in, yeah, you ain’t get enough, huh

[chorus: ken carson]
huh, huh, huh
shoe, huh, rick, huh
pants, huh, rick, huh
i tried to stuff the racks in my pants but they ain’t fit
this sh-t unusual, it’s gon’ take some time to get used to this
i usually blow her mind, but i’m ’bout a blow her spine after this
i usually spend a nick’, but i’m ’bout a spend a dime after this
constantly gettin’ rich while these n-ggas still cryin’ like some b-tches
’cause these n-ggas be broke, and my name not bob, i will not fix it, huh, huh

- destroy lonely ken carson

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