Ghoul Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, fast forward, huh, I can’t rewind
Huh, huh, your best whore, huh, couldn’t compete with mine
Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn’t compete with mine
Huh, huh, this model b!tch, say she need the line, she ain’t talkin’ ’bout drank
I’m in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake
B!tch, I’m top two, not two, no debate
AP, factory diamonds, I bust the face
No evidence, they gon’ drop the case
No comparison, these n!ggas in the way
Money hungry, you’ll do whatever for pape’
In 2015, she’d do whatever for Bape
Try to give you the swag, but you don’t got no taste
Get in where you fit in, n!ggas out of place
I might pull up Benzes, Maybach
Oh, that’s your girl? N!gga, we go way back
Cop the Wock’ by the cases, it’s a twelve-pack
I got court today, I’m rockin’ black slacks
I got everything illegal in my backpack
Send that blitz, we gon’ sack your quarterback
One-on-one for me, I ordered that
I got hella hoes like I hoarded them
Shawty got a lil’ as*, but she super slim
Skinny b!tch with a butt, yeah, I’m rootin’ for them
It’s forever f*ck y’all if you ain’t rootin’ for us
Kid cut your body up, it’s cold cut
N!ggas squirrels, they be on nuts
It’s my world, I live like a simulation
She got Chrome Heart glasses, on Sarah Palin
Rose from the concrete, but I’m not Jalen
I’ll ball on a ho, give you eighty-one
Scream out, “Kobe” every time I hit a buck
I work all day, all night, I ain’t missin’ nothin’
I’m too busy workin’, I ain’t missin’ ya
Thought he was down with the gang, now he bitchin’ up
I go shoppin’, make songs, it’s a ritual
Everything I do intentional
I’ma stand on my words like a lyric be
And my partner done pressin’ them fake pills
Just like Puma, yeah, we got Fenty in
Oh, you claimin’ that block? We gon’ spin it, then
I see fine shit, go for wine, a gentleman
That’s my old ho, yeah, she spyin’, b!tch, give it up
Can’t pay no attention, no, I can’t tend to her
Jewlery, cars, clothes, I’m kitted up
Won by fatality, yeah, I finished him
Hit my fatality, I’m ’bout to finish her
All in her mouth, you could say I’m above the rim
Dunk on your b!tch like LeBron, I’m not old as him
She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is
N!ggas ain’t pop since corona did
I was nineteen with a Glock, COVID, that’s a Glock 19, n!gga
I don’t even wanna do it, huh, I’ma let the team hit her
Fell in love with these dr*gs, I’m on Percocets and lean, n!gga
Can’t fall in with her ’cause she a waste of my time, dog
New RIAA, I’m tryna expand my catalogue
I’m goin’ gold, I’m goin’ plat’
I’m goin’ gold, I’m goin’ plat’
I’m goin’ gold, I’m goin’ plat’
I’m goin’ gold, I’m goin’ plat’
I’m goin’ gold, I’m goin’ plat’
This the project, I’m not Pat
I serve codeine to be exact
Shop at the store, I’m way past Sak’s
OG 1’s and a rack, huh
I’m in all black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
More Chaos (Tracklist) – Ken Carson
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1. Lord of Chaos
2. Xposed
3. Money Spread
4. Root Of All Evil
5. K-Hole
6. Trap jump
7. Blakk rokkstar
8. LiveLeak
9. Diamonds
10. Dismantled
11. 200 Kash
12. Down2Earth
13. Confetti
14. Naked
15. Kryptonite
16. Psycho
17. Inferno
18. Thx
19. 2000
20. Evolution
21. Ghoul
22. Off The Meter
Ghoul (MV)
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Audio Credits
Artist : Ken Carson
Album : More Chaos
Lyricist : Ken Carson
Music : Pi’erre Bourne
Label : Interscope Records, Opium