Testo Dismantled - Ken Carson
Testo della canzone Dismantled (Ken Carson), tratta dall'album More Chaos
Yeah, yeah
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced-out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be fucked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you fuck with?
Yeah, who you fuck with? Yeah
I ain't fuckin' with these hos, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a current crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes, supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't fuck with these bitches, they gon' say that like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand-up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson fucked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a fuck 'bout these hos, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
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Writer(s): Stefan Lucian Cismigiu, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Clifton Meador Shayne
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