Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson - flexin lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Ken Car$on [Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson - flexin lyrics]
One
Two
One, two, three
Woo
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
I'm flexing just like at the gym
I’m kickin' shit, no Timbs
Know what's up, know it’s up when I see him
Yeah, that K, that's gon' eat up your limbs
Yeah, he hating 'cause I hit his BM
Nah, they ain't me, and no, I ain't them
On my side, that's why I'm Opium
He like, "Ma, I wanna be like them"
Yeah, she like, "I work too much
And I barely see you"
I’m on some vamp shit, bitch
When I walk in, yeah
The lights real deal dim
Yeah, she told her friends
They real deal fly
Now they tryna fuck on Ken
I lose control when I walk
In the store, lil’ bitch
I spend them bags
Yeah, told that boy, "Please don't
Play with the O, yeah
We gon’ spin your man"
I'm losin' control when I'm
Fuckin’ this ho
I leave my nut right on her chin
Oh, that is your bitch, bro?
I ain't even know
I'm fucking niggas hoes again
Upside down cross, you know I took
Her soul, now she vamp
'cause she got bit by Ken
Now she my lil' vamp, yeah
She my lil' Lonely
Yeah, I give her that stamp
Then she put it on
I take that shit, and I put it on
And they take my swag, and they try to clone
We count that shit up, spend that shit fast
'cause it's on us
Yeah, talk 'bout a big bag, keep it on me
I like to pop tags while I'm smoking
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Two
One, two, three
Woo
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
I'm flexing just like at the gym
I’m kickin' shit, no Timbs
Know what's up, know it’s up when I see him
Yeah, that K, that's gon' eat up your limbs
Yeah, he hating 'cause I hit his BM
Nah, they ain't me, and no, I ain't them
On my side, that's why I'm Opium
He like, "Ma, I wanna be like them"
Yeah, she like, "I work too much
And I barely see you"
I’m on some vamp shit, bitch
When I walk in, yeah
The lights real deal dim
Yeah, she told her friends
They real deal fly
Now they tryna fuck on Ken
I lose control when I walk
In the store, lil’ bitch
I spend them bags
Yeah, told that boy, "Please don't
Play with the O, yeah
We gon’ spin your man"
I'm losin' control when I'm
Fuckin’ this ho
I leave my nut right on her chin
Oh, that is your bitch, bro?
I ain't even know
I'm fucking niggas hoes again
Upside down cross, you know I took
Her soul, now she vamp
'cause she got bit by Ken
Now she my lil' vamp, yeah
She my lil' Lonely
Yeah, I give her that stamp
Then she put it on
I take that shit, and I put it on
And they take my swag, and they try to clone
We count that shit up, spend that shit fast
'cause it's on us
Yeah, talk 'bout a big bag, keep it on me
I like to pop tags while I'm smoking
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah