Singapore55555 Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Singapore55555 lyrics by Ken Carson along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Hands Up and HANDS UP, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro: Ken Carson]
(8-808)
Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
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 b!tch dropping thirty-pointers
Taking flights, yeah, with your b!tch, we in Singapore

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I’m that type of n!gga post your b!tch and you can’t ignore
Now when everybody see that b!tch, they like, “Oh, there go Ken Carson’s wh*re”
Yeah, I get fly like a raven, but a n!gga 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 n!ggas, I could never be scared of them
He was talking real tough ’til a n!gga shot that lead at him

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
I get higher than a UFO, b!tch, 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 counting 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 saving him
And they like “Lonely rich as fu*k, I guess we should hate on him”
Huh, but I give no fu*ks, 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 nothing as big as me
They say they get as paid as me, but I agree to disagree
Itching, itching for that paper, huh, money come to me
My trigger finger itching for a halo and I’m finna squeeze

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
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 b!tch dropping thirty-pointers
Taking flights, yeah, with your b!tch, we in Singapore

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Uh, Uh, purple my back
Holup, I’m in the back of the (??), told my cup mix
Riding, with a new vibe, lookin for a vibe to catch
Homegrown Patek, on my wrist and my hoe snatched
All of my hoes (??), all of my hoes blessed
All of my hoes snatched, I make a whole mess
I’m making, huh- hold up, play with the game, make a whole mess
Hold up, hold up, double O, yeah, we dope set
I’m about to pat that b!tch, me and bro clapped
I got drügs in my brain, I’m telling, whole facts
Ammo jumping out the club, hold back
All that popping n!gga gonna get you swole fast

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
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 b!tch dropping thirty-pointers
Taking flights, yeah, with your b!tch, we in Singapore