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ken carson - me n my kup lyrics

[intro]
(8+808)
n+gga ain’t ever play with me, i’m on some other sh+t, like
some whole other sh+t, like
(star made the beat, i just took it out the oven)

[chorus]
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
it’s just me and my cup in this b+tch
drkshdw all on my rick
vvs all on my wrist
i bought an uzi today and it’s already hot, it ain’t come with a cooling kit
she ain’t f+ck with me back then, but wanna f+ck with me now, huh, i’m cool, lil’ b+tch
huh, let’s go hit a l!ck
huh, let’s go do a drill
i heard he got a mill’ in his crib, and he stay up the hill (8+808)
we don’t give a f+ck who you is, we don’t give a f+ck how you feel
we don’t give a f+ck how you feel, we don’t give no f+cks

[verse]
i copped a mercedes and it’s a amg, i’m ridin’ a g+wagon truck
i just might go buy the svj, ‘cause i like how the doors go up
my boy, he be catchin’ them bodies, he catchin’ them bodies, i’m watching the scores go up
your gang probably caught a few bodies, but i ain’t worried about it, ’cause we droppin’ more than them
step on sh+t like timbs, pull up with a fn five+seven, that b+tch take off limbs
i just popped a private jet, g6, i’m ’bout to take off, yeah
they like, “hold up, hold up, hold up, you ’bout to take off right here?”
i’m ’bout to take off, yeah
n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with me when it come to swag, huh, i’m passin’ it out
shawty ain’t got no respect when it come to that ass, huh, she passin’ it out
i be vet+vet+vetements from head to toe, even the socks
i got every balenciaga boots, except for the crocs
rick owens all over my, rick owens all over me
maison francis cologne got this ho all over me
i pulled up to my show, rock out this b+tch, then i leave
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas like they got a disease
trapper rapper, huh, huh, i got what you need
i got this b+tch, her name chanel, and now she rockin’ double c
i got that b+tch named gabriela and now she rockin’ double g
i took my other b+tch to louis vuitton and bought everything, yeah, yeah
if it’s up then it’s stuck, leave it in the air
missionary, her legs up, i got them in the air
this b+tch a freak, this b+tch let me f+ck her anywhere
shawty whip it out in front of my partner, she don’t even care
i’m elite with these hoes
i’ll put a b+tch in her place, i’ll tell a b+tch where to go
if i tell that lil’ b+tch to dance, she gon’ tango
if i tell her to paint me a picture, she gon’ van gogh
she insane with that throat, she insane with it
i told her she ain’t insane if she don’t let the gang hit
i pass her to the gang, yeah, just like james, n+gga
i be k!llin’ that p+ssy, i’m k!llin’ that p+ssy, feel like john wayne, n+gga
he was talkin’ that, huh, and all he heard was a bang, n+gga
give a f+ck who you f+ck with, long as you don’t f+ck with my gang, n+gga
give a f+ck who you f+ck with, long as you don’t f+ck with my gang, n+gga
[chorus]
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
it’s just me and my cup in this b+tch
drkshdw all on my rick
vvs all on my wrist
i bought an uzi today, and it’s already hot, it ain’t come with a cooling kit
she ain’t f+ck with me back then, but wanna f+ck with me now, huh, i’m cool, lil’ b+tch
huh, let’s go hit a l!ck
huh, let’s go do a drill
i heard he got a mill’ in his crib, and he stay up the hill (8+808)
we don’t give a f+ck who you is, we don’t give a f+ck how you feel
we don’t give a f+ck how you feel, we don’t give no f+cks

- ken carson lyrics

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