Cover my ears Lyrics – Ken Carson, Playboi Carti

Read the complete Cover my ears Lyrics by Ken Carson and Playboi Carti from the album xperiment along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Can’t You See and Taste, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
B!tch, this the xperiment (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cover my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearing it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearing it (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
And I cover up my ears whеn you talk, no way I’m hearing it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
As long as I got that yop’ stick, I ain’t fearing s*it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
As long as I got my chopstick, I’m gon’ use ’em like a Asian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black b!tch say she mixed, yeah, yeah, she Blasian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keke, you know I won’t worry ’bout the case, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty on go, passing bro, yeah, I’m not (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not celibate, put that on everything you got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not celibate, put that on everything you got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
B!tch, you not celibate, put that on everything you got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
5 to the trap, pour a Sprite, then we mix it
Pouring up that drank every day, you not consistent
I’m pouring up that drank every day, you not consistent
I pour up that drank every day
Throw it in the air, hundreds, I’m making dancing money (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suck the d!ck, got her crashing out
That gun too big, we could pass it out
You can’t leave red-handed, I still run over them hoes you be asking ’bout
Too much s*it in my crib, can’t fit it in a safe, where the fu*k I’ma stash the guap? (The fu*k?)
Too much s*it in my crib, he still stashing out the shoebox (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it’s All Eyez on Me, just like I’m Tupac
​xperiment, but your ho gon’ fly when the cartunes drop, okay

Can’t even beef on the internet, these n!ggas cartoons, hah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Some b!tch wanna meet (??), we gotta tell your other n!gga
I ain’t stressing ’bout the pu*sy, I want figures (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Front page magazine, you can get your issue
I might send you my location before I hit ya

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Four in the drank, I’ma pass out (Schyeah)
Ride with the dually, my cash—
Riding in the dually, my cash out, uh (What?)
Hit that— uh, hit that jackpot
Come in your spot like, “Yeah”
My young n!ggas whipping, he mad hot
Somebody pop out mad, boy, I’m still going crazy, I ain’t worrying about it
Still going crazy, we ain’t worrying about it, still going crazy, we ain’t worrying
Still going crazy, we ain’t worrying, still going crazy, we ain’t worrying
Still going crazy, still going crazy, still going crazy, we ain’t worrying
B!tch, I’m fly like a bird, I just did another line
All of my b!tches are lit, uh, I’m ’bout to have a ménage
Put ’em on the news, put the lil’ hot ho on news real quick, I’m talking ’bout, “Ooh” (Yeah, yeah)
All these hoes, they pu*sy, they don’t know what to do
YVL my set, trim set, you know this s*it forever
My diamonds wet, Eliantte, baguette, baguette
Yeah, I’m throwing up 5’s, yeah, more beans on my neck, woah
Swerve in a Bentley, play with them racks, I’m on your neck
I can’t get played, popping my s*it with no regrets
Major league, Celine my jeans, I’m a vet’
I was born to bleed, y’all n!ggas pu*sy, ah, yeah
What you see in me? B!tch, I’m a hustler, I don’t care (Wow)
Pu*sy, money, weed, we having tons of it over here
B!tch, I’m a prodigy, they’ll have to kill me, put me in check

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah