Song Name – LiveLeak
Singer – Ken Carson
Check out LiveLeak Song Lyrics by Ken Carson
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I don’t need no DJ to turn me up, lil’ b*tch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My b*tch do narcotics, yeah, my bitch love them dr*gs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I’m tryna get next to her
I ain’t nothin’ like them other niggas, I’ma give the best to ya
Try to slide in that hooptie, you gon’ pull off in a stretcher, yeah
I don’t smoke no LooseLeaf, b*tch, this Grabba in my paper
My niggas push up all black, yeah, like Darth Vader
Mask up, b*tch, swing yo’ blick, do whatever to get that paper
My b*tch on whatever I’m on, she like Tomb Raider
Baguettes and pointer stones on, b*tch, I’m too paid
Got a b*tch who’ll f*ck whoever in this room, she tryna get laid
Yeah, she go both ways
I’m in this b*tch off Oxycontin
B*tch, I’m too rich, you can’t tell me nothin’
Bodies drop just like a bail or somethin’
Puttin’ money on your head or tail
Flip a coin, it went straight in the air, went down the wishing well
You was gon’ die regardless, bitch
Flip her, this a Jeff Hardy stick
Flip her, I’m f*ckin’ a stripper
She want me to tip her, she know that I’m havin’, yeah
Know some niggas that’ll pull up, catch a body, then pull off laughin’, yeah
The area, yeah, she got her ass in there
My bag, yeah, I got the cash in here
Swag, yeah, I’m freestylin’ this shit
Make a O, I’m ’bout to jump in the pit
The bullets hot, yeah, you know how it get
P*ssy shoulda made it ‘cross the fence
Niggas be doin’ fake drugs, that ain’t no Percocet, boy, that’s Fent’
I’ma get rich without tryin’ even if I get shot nine times like 50 Cent
I’m VL5 in this b*tch, she ’bout to ride on this d*ck
I’ve been off Earth, ain’t nobody liver than this
I’ve been off Earth, ain’t nobody liver than this
Ain’t nobody liver than this, ain’t nobody liver than this
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
All this money comin’ in and out like a bank
No Andrew Jackson’s, only Ben Franks
B*tch, I’m in the field like Call of Duty, tryna up my rank
Don’t matter what cologne you put on, my partner gon’ leave you stank
I’m on ten, my adrenaline pumpin’, yeah, just like crank
My diamonds punchin’, yeah, my diamonds punchin’, yeah, just like Tank
I’m way too high, she asking me to cum, huh, but I can’t
I’m f*ckin’ on your b*tch, I’m goin’ dumb
He thought she was a saint, but she not
V-A-M-P-I-R-E, I’m a vampire
V-A-M-P-I-R-E, yeah, I got this bitch vamped out
She ain’t had no tattoos, now she got a tramp stamp, huh, with my name on it, yeah
That ain’t my b*tch if you ain’t see my chains on her
I trap and do deals, same line, same phone, yeah
Opium my gang, somebody call Tyrone, they tryna clone us
I’m from ATL, my name ring bells, from Zone 6 to Zone 1
I’m not Drake, I’m not Future, but I’m on one
They upped that Drac’, yeah, end his future, he thought he was on somethin’
Shawty havin’ cake
