Ken Carson -
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Same Thing
(Oh, yeah) go
Go (Loesoe going crazy)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Bust down watch, bust down ring
Yeah, this ain't Plain Jane
I got swag, ayy, for days, ayy
They rockin' the same thing
Bells ring when you say my name
If you talk down, I'm gon' bang
If you talkin' down, I'm gon' shoot
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up rock out with that stick
How this nigga ain't never ever catch a body, but he call himself John Wick?
How these niggas ain't never ever catch a body, but they always posted with sticks?
Yeah, these niggas be posted up with them guns, but they never shot shit
Pussy boy never popped shit
Pussy boy, you not popping
Pussy boy, need to stop it
Pussy boy, need to stop it
Money in my bag, 'cause I can't fit it in my wallet
Them niggas, they smoke anemic
My boys, we smoke exotic
Shawty said she wanna keep my kid, but I ain't ready to be no papi
I ain't tryna fuck no more
Woah, suck me sloppy
I'm up my opps, I ain't gotta check the score, I know that I got it
I'm in your city right now and I'm 'bout to do a show, tell me, who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me?
All of these niggas be hoes, they ain't on shit
Niggas goin' out sad, bad, and they say it's up, all about a bitch
I can't go out bad, sad, nah
'Cause I'm way too up, yeah, I'm way too rich
I'm just way, way too lit
I just care more about my shit
I just give a little bit of fucks
And these niggas, they don't give no fucks
That's why all of they hoes wanna fuck me
'Cause they know my swag contagious like a disease
You in her DM, I got this ho' on her knees
You worry 'bout a bitch, but that bitch, she ain't none to me
Yeah, these niggas be trippin' about these fees
These niggas be trippin'
Bust down watch, bust down ring
Yeah, this ain't Plain Jane
I got swag, ayy, for days, ayy
They rockin' the same thing
Bells ring when you say my name
If you talk down, I'm gon' bang
If you talkin' down, I'm gon' shoot
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up rock out with that stick
How this nigga ain't never ever catch a body, but he call himself John Wick?
How these niggas ain't never ever catch a body, but they always posted with sticks?
Yeah, these niggas be posted up with them guns, but they never shot shit
Go (Loesoe going crazy)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Bust down watch, bust down ring
Yeah, this ain't Plain Jane
I got swag, ayy, for days, ayy
They rockin' the same thing
Bells ring when you say my name
If you talk down, I'm gon' bang
If you talkin' down, I'm gon' shoot
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up rock out with that stick
How this nigga ain't never ever catch a body, but he call himself John Wick?
How these niggas ain't never ever catch a body, but they always posted with sticks?
Yeah, these niggas be posted up with them guns, but they never shot shit
Pussy boy never popped shit
Pussy boy, you not popping
Pussy boy, need to stop it
Pussy boy, need to stop it
Money in my bag, 'cause I can't fit it in my wallet
Them niggas, they smoke anemic
My boys, we smoke exotic
Shawty said she wanna keep my kid, but I ain't ready to be no papi
I ain't tryna fuck no more
Woah, suck me sloppy
I'm up my opps, I ain't gotta check the score, I know that I got it
I'm in your city right now and I'm 'bout to do a show, tell me, who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me?
All of these niggas be hoes, they ain't on shit
Niggas goin' out sad, bad, and they say it's up, all about a bitch
I can't go out bad, sad, nah
'Cause I'm way too up, yeah, I'm way too rich
I'm just way, way too lit
I just care more about my shit
I just give a little bit of fucks
And these niggas, they don't give no fucks
That's why all of they hoes wanna fuck me
'Cause they know my swag contagious like a disease
You in her DM, I got this ho' on her knees
You worry 'bout a bitch, but that bitch, she ain't none to me
Yeah, these niggas be trippin' about these fees
These niggas be trippin'
Bust down watch, bust down ring
Yeah, this ain't Plain Jane
I got swag, ayy, for days, ayy
They rockin' the same thing
Bells ring when you say my name
If you talk down, I'm gon' bang
If you talkin' down, I'm gon' shoot
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up on you and your gang
I'ma pull up rock out with that stick
How this nigga ain't never ever catch a body, but he call himself John Wick?
How these niggas ain't never ever catch a body, but they always posted with sticks?
Yeah, these niggas be posted up with them guns, but they never shot shit
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