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Singapore (feat. Destroy Lonely) - Ken Carson

Singapore (feat. Destroy Lonely)

Ken Carson

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Song Introduction

“Singapore” is a collaborative track by American rapper Ken Carson featuring Destroy Lonely. The song showcases a blend of melodic trap beats and dynamic flows, highlighting both artists' unique styles. Released as part of their recent projects, “Singapore” has garnered attention for its catchy hooks and innovative production. Fans appreciate the seamless chemistry between Ken Carson’s versatile vocals and Destroy Lonely’s distinctive lyrical delivery, making it a standout piece in the current hip-hop landscape.

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Lyric

(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

- It's already the end -