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Ken Car$on

Killstreak

 

Killstreak

(Album: Lost Files 2 - 2021)


I call up your bitch, I know she a freak
She already let me fuck, I met her last week
Thought they was applauding, I'm clapping her cheeks
I fuck so many bitches, I'm on a killstreak
Feel like Joe Frazier, I knock out the beat
I can't talk right now, bae, I'm too high, I'm geeked
Got some bitches they wanna vibe out and they freaks
If you run up and tweak, you get smoked, you get chiefed
I hate being sober, just like Chief Keef
I ride in a rover, I ride in a Jeep
But this a Trackhawk, not a regular Jeep
These niggas be talking money but they cheap
If I'm talking money, lil' bitch, better believe it
She call me cocky and conceited
Like Michael Jackson, told her beat it
Now she on her knees where my feet at

I got a lil' bitch on her knees yes
She suck it up with no gag reflex
You flew that bitch out on a P jet
Now you looking for her like where she at
I just Uber that bitch right to me yes
Fucked her after you took her shopping yes
She don't tell no, all she tell me yes
She talk to her friends like, "Girl, he the best"
And when it come to me she'll leave the rest
But I'm good I'm still in the hood
Do you understand, am I understood?
I get to them bands there ain't nothing to it
Anything for the money, I know you won't do it
I'm rocking these hoes, I know you won't do it
I'm fucking these hoes, I know you won't do it
I'm rocking these clothes, I know you won't do it

I call up your bitch, I know she a freak
She already let me fuck, I met her last week
Thought they was applauding, I'm clapping her cheeks
I fuck so many bitches, I'm on a killstreak
Feel like Joe Frazier, I knock out the beat
I can't talk right now, bae, I'm too high, I'm geeked
Got some bitches they wanna vibe out and they freaks
If you run up and tweak, you get smoked, you get chiefed
I hate being sober, just like Chief Keef
I ride in a rover, I ride in a Jeep
But this a Trackhawk, not a regular Jeep
These niggas be talking money but they cheap
If I'm talking money, lil' bitch, better believe it
She call me cocky and conceited
Like Michael Jackson, told her beat it
Now she on her knees where my feet at

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