Xposed by Ken Carson Music Download
Xposed is a song by the talented musical artist, Ken Carson and it’s available for your free mp3 download here.
This musical project was one of the track on Ken Carson’s studio project titled ‘More Chaos’.
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Ken Carson – Xposed Lyrics
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4
Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double O
He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can’t do shit 'cause he broke
[Verse]
When I walk, you can tell I have it
When I talk, you can hear them trolls yappin'
I gave that bitch some money, now she so happy
I switched her whole status, I changed her life
I been fighting my fashion habits, everything I like, I buy twice
That shit don’t bother me, niggas been stealing swag all my life
These hoes don't bother me, I can't be bothered
I'm the Black Panther, feel like T'Challa
Huh, huh, I'm on the X Files, huh, my bitch X'd up
Can't wait ’til we put him down, he think he next up
You ain’t did shit that you rap about, that boy a wrestler
Huh, I think I'm charged up, I just popped a Tesla
Nigga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan’
These niggas ain't focking with me, let's go band for band
You ain't flexin’ on me, bitch, you flexin' on your fans
That mil' you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans
Fock you talkin' 'bout?
You should know that every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke
Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me
I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare
I have a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here
I'm havin' bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Get your bread, bread, bread up
Focking on your ho, woah, I got her legs up
Focking on your ho, you ain't know? Boy, keep your head up
Focking on another nigga ho because she fed up
I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up
He say I'm an opp, why the fuck he ain't said nothin'?
Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist
I trap shit like Three 6
We the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia
Yeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough
These niggas old and popped
Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot
Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot
One for the money, two for these thots
Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot
If a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen5
I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied
Put racks on, put the racks on that
Put a bag on it, put a tax on that
Camo flag, huh, gang shit
How you mourn? What you gon' do when that pain hit?
I been rockin', I been ravin', I been raging
She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage
Ain't no competition, all these niggas in the way
Ain't no competition, huh, I know I'm okay
I ain't pressed 'bout none of these niggas
I ain't stressed 'bout none of these bitches
I been countin' up too much shit
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4
Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double O
He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke
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