Kidd Keo Okay
[Letra de "Okay"]
[Intro]
Hey, shout out Damso
Merci
Skr
[Hook]
(These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But is all okay, okay, okay
But is all okay)
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom I build my empire
And this bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay
[Verse 1]
Dile a tu piba que se pase el bong
El trap en España e' una abominación
Tuvo que llegar el blanquito de fuera
A prenderlo en la hoguera pa' partirlo en dos
Soy mejor que ellos, tal vez es por eso que quieran tirarme
Yo no peleo manito, yo tengo al moreno ready pal' desmadre
He visto que flipábais con mi Photoshop a los quince
Y ahora a los veinte mis vídeos son pelis mejor que de Spielberg
Dime tú qué estabas haciendo por esas edades manito
Estabais todos en el cole, ninguno en el punto e' perico
Hold on think about it, never said that I move coca
I said that my homie get bricks in the kitchen, he used to bake soda
Now many haters are talking they wanna see me go broke up
I ain't worry bout nothin' I'm selling my weed and I'm sellin' a lotta
Young designer making clothes, sipping codeine in my double Cup
We making the music, we making conexion, your music under attack
I'm making a three on three, it's trap brand rap
That's why you can't stop me my homie, my empire is going up
[Hook]
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But is all okay, okay, okay
But is all okay
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And this bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay
[Verse 2]
Now we gon' blow up
Now all this bitches waiting for the come up
I don't give a f..ck, I told my momma be ready for the incomers
Lyrics hitting like a Lamma
Also designing clothes make me multiply the lana
Selling Dope just to feed the blocka
Paparazis take photoshooting Placa Placa
Voy por delante de vosotros, en letras en formas, talento, qué tú más quieres
Todos sabéis darle al coco pero al darle al coco no tenéis la mente
Yo me construyo mi imperio con todo mi ingenio pa' sacarme siempre los verde
Por eso aunque no sea el Chapo y no venda de todo siempre tengo en la cartera un par de cienes
I was on Paris, meeting designers of Dolce&Gabanna
I've been on the streets of The Six, we gon' be back por mi mama
I don't give a f..ck
¿Dices que no he vivi'o calle y que la calle habla?
Manito la calle está ciega, sorda, coja y no ve nada
Con mi ropa facturo más que tú con tu coca barata
Con mi música muevo más droga que toda tu ganga
Bitch got me flexing, weed plug smoking like a rasta
I'm so fast you can call me Nascar
Don't stop, catch him like a monster
[Hook]
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But is all okay, okay, okay
But is all okay
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay
