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nightshop - hzrn lyrics

[pre*chorus]
kush smoke in my lungs
tattoos on my neck and on my arms
i can tell by the way she look, huh, huh, she want some
she ask me what’s my name, and then she ask me where i’m from (yeah)

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m ken carson, i’m from atlanta, i like to pour fours in my fanta
ain’t got no time for no b*tch, but i f*ck on a ho, and i get back to that money after
ain’t got no time for no b*tch, bae, i just want your throat, if you don’t pull up quick, i’ma cancel
these n*ggas constipated, and they know i’m the sh*t, yeah, i need me a pamper
that boy shirt dirty, throw it in the hamper
i’m lurkin’ outside your crib, like a camper
i’m lurkin’ outside your crib, if you don’t come outside, then i’ma light this b*tch up likе a candle
i’m in new york, and i know that thesе n*ggas ain’t shooting sh*t like julius randle
if you want smoke, then i’m gettin’ the handle
shawty keep grabbin’ my d*ck like a handle

[verse]
my neck and wrist and ears are hindu
i don’t f*ck with you and i don’t f*ck with him too
she want me to be her quarterback, huh, and she my center
you weren’t even worried ’bout that b*tch ’til i put my d*ck in her
i treat these hoes just like a rental
you treat these hoes, huh, to dinner
upside down cross, i’m a sinner
i’m not perfect
i give her all the time in the world and she worth it
so many n*ggas rode my wave, yeah, they surfed it
and then that tsunami came real urgent
it’s just how i talk, baby, i ain’t flirtin’
if i don’t do nothin’, i’ma get them racks for certain
she reachin’ for my d*ck, i had to close the curtains
all that sneak dissin’ sh*t, now that boy in a urn
stop all that hating sh*t, lil’ n*gga, wait your turn
relax, ’cause when it’s your turn, huh, ain’t no goin’ back
i think it’s my turn to hit your ho from the back
she said she love me, i told that b*tch, “i ain’t on that”
it’s double o gang, it’s double o gang, yeah, we not a frat
diamonds on my ring, diamonds on my chain, yeah, vvs
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout dj khaled, but, uh, we the best
i charge a hundred k for my talents, huh, nothin’ less
and i just popped this x, and i can feel it in my chest
i can feel it kickin’ in, woah, lionel messi
she can feel me in her skin, woah, she gettin’ stretched
i had money way before a blue check
i had money way before this sh*t
i sing to your b*tch like jodeci
i sing to your b*tch, like, woah
you dropped and n0body noticed it
i go viral every time i post
i been tourin’ coast to coast
i sip drank every time that i smoke, woah
[pre*chorus]
kush smoke in my lungs
tattoos on my neck and on my arms
i can tell by the way she look, huh, huh, she want some
she ask me what’s my name, and then she ask me where i’m from (yeah)

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m ken carson, i’m from atlanta, i like to pour fours in my fanta
ain’t got no time for no b*tch, but i f*ck on a ho, and i get back to that money after
ain’t got no time for no b*tch, bae, i just want your throat, if you don’t pull up quick, i’ma cancel
these n*ggas constipated, and they know i’m the sh*t, yeah, i need me a pamper
that boy shirt dirty, throw it in the hamper
i’m lurkin’ outside your crib, like a camper
i’m lurkin’ outside your crib, if you don’t come outside, then i’ma light this b*tch up like a candle
i’m in new york, and i know that these n*ggas ain’t shooting sh*t like julius randle
if you want smoke, then i’m gettin’ the handle (neilaworld)
shawty keep grabbin’ my d*ck like a handle

- hzrn lyrics

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