K.E.O.
Lyrics
I got no time for these haters
You bitch a groupie I'm famous
You can check me on the radio
Lotta money on the table
I just wake up on the house
I see my semen on the couch
I think she ate me like a mouse
I think I end up on the mouth
Bitch I'm married to the money
Got me lazy I'm on codeine
I got yo bitch like a trophy
See me shinning like a rollie
I've been selling all these dope bitch
But I'm keeping it on lowley
I've been fucking bitches hot chick
You bitch want it but I'm so sick
Matando como estando en guerra
Eating donuts en el panamera, dices que yo no tengo putas, y tu puta es la primera
Yo no se que estas hablando, yo flex y tu combo hateando
Porque antes no estaba sonando, y ara estoy arriba fronteando
Talk spanish call me pablo, dope dealer like el chapo
Red roses like el diablo. 20 50 gettin' guapo
All I know is get the pesos, if you got a problem then say sum
Flame gang we gon deal with that, l.Gvng make your face run
Me lo traen de bolibia, 'toy trapiando mami mira
Como mi muñeca gira, luego te lo pone en fila
Tengo el nivel al que tu no llegas, hice el crimen no dije ni media
Tengo al pana puesto pa' la feria, ya mi mama no la veo seria
I got no time for these haters
You bitch a groupie I'm famous
You can check me on the radio
Lotta money on the table
I just wake up on the house
I see my semen on the couch
I think she ate me like a mouse
I think I end up on the mouth
On the streets I'm a dope dealer
I got the coke and some young killas
See me purple I'ma keep it thrilla
On these bitches I'ma pull the trigga
Where we go we been fucking hoes, smoking green feel the overdose
Count money gotta lotta o, all these bitches in love with the blow
Prendo uno me pongo a lo mio, ya ni veo que ya voy prendío
Got 2 bitches como si un abrigo, una encima porque tengo frío
Otro mas y siento el amarillo, balling hard porque en tos lados brinco
Catch me doing drifting with the evo, all my squad we shoot we never reload
Young designer see me go flex
Work hard pussy no rest, green I got it white is on deck
If you ask me bitch I dont trap, wanna gtr all black, got a z homie going fast
Muevemelo mami for the stacks
'Toy en party to los dias del mes
I got no time for these haters
You bitch a groupie I'm famous
You can check me on the radio
Lotta money on the table
I just wake up on the house
I see my semen on the couch
I think she ate me like a mouse
I think I end up on the mouth
Writer(s): Padua Keoma Salas Sanchez, Sohaib Temssamani
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ediciones Musicales Clipper's, S.L., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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