Marathon* Lyrics – Ken Car$on

Yeah, aye
I cop me a house with a gate
I get rich I know these n#gg#s hate
I was swervin’ [?] that eight on my face

Now you know how your medicine taste
It’s a marathon keep it a race
I’m just tryna find my pace
I get rich I’m counting every day

I get money I’m counting some way
And before I’m dead I’m kissing that bread
I call up your b#tch I just want some head
I jugg all the time I don’t understand

[?] we signing them keys today
[?] we shoot at his head
Try to run off we shoot off his legs
Play with your b#tch p#ss#, don’t play with my bread

These n#gg#s
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Ken Car$on Lyrics – Marathon*

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Ken Car$on

Marathon*