Xposed Lyrics – Ken Carson

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[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
Fives in this b!tch, 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 s*it ’cause he broke

[Verse]
When I walk, you can tell I have it

When I talk, you can hear them trolls yapping
I gave that b!tch 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 s*it don’t bother me, n!ggas 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 b!tch X’d up
Can’t wait ’til we put him down, he think he next up
You ain’t did s*it that you rap about, that boy a wrestler
Huh, I think I’m charged up, I just popped a Tesla
N!gga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan’
These n!ggas ain’t fu*king with me, let’s go band for band
You ain’t flexing on me, b!tch, you flexing on your fans
That mil’ you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans
Fu*k you talking ’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 going gore, these n!ggas don’t really know me
I’m going Mozart, I’m going Shakespeare
I have a bakery, but I ain’t baking no cakes here
I’m having bread, I’m making bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Get your bread, bread, bread up

Fu*king on your ho, woah, I got her legs up
Fu*king on your ho, you ain’t know? Boy, keep your head up
Fu*king on another n!gga ho because she fed up
I ran out of Wock’, ’bout to pour this red up
He say I’m an opp, why the fu*k he ain’t said nothing?
Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist
I trap s*it like Three 6
We the mafia, b!tch, 808, yeah, mafia
Yeah, you pop s*it, but you ain’t pop enough
These n!ggas 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 drügs, I’m having a lot
If a n!gga 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 s*it
How you mourn? What you gon’ do when that pain hit?
I been rocking, I been raving, I been raging
She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage
Ain’t no competition, all these n!ggas in the way
Ain’t no competition, huh, I know I’m okay
I ain’t pressed ’bout none of these n!ggas
I ain’t stressed ’bout none of these b!tches
I been counting up too much s*it

[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
Fives in this b!tch, 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 s*it ’cause he broke