Jae Flow - Que Sera letra de (lyrics)
[Jae Flow - Que Sera letra de lyrics]
Uh, yo it's Jae uh uh dun dun dun dun
Ahaaaa si si
Woke up around noon, my mama making sancocho
Bien loco, Spanky never sent over my photos
Hit him up but he too busy with his Afro
Only fuck with bad hoes who
Look like Frida Kahlo
She call me an asshole
I’m all up in that ass tho
Paint me like ya French bitches
At a Art Basel we hop in the whip, too lit
Really shouldn't drive
Had to cop that salchipapa
With a soda on the side
I need Colombiana, Postobon de Manzana
Went uptown with my pana
Copped some coke in the sala
Met up with Xiomara had her
Smuggle in the product had to pay her back
Had her shopping up in Prada
Please do not test, Walter Mercado blessed me
Don't come at me right
Had to shoot you with my lefty
The king of the block, king of the avenue
Even if i had a stutter
I would still sh-sh-shit on you
Willie Colon: Oh, qué será, qué será
Que anda suspirando por las alcobas
Que se oye susurrando en versos de trova
Que anda combinándonos preguntas locas
Que anda en las cabezas, anda en las bocas
Que anda ascendiendo por hartos huecos
Que están hablando alto en la bodega
Y grita en el mercado, qué cosa es esa?
Es la naturaleza
I got my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Got some pollo pucalor with
Maduros on the side i’m a hell of a rapper
Shoutouts to Jesus Christ
30 pieces of that silver just to
Run up on my life
Light a candle for me baby cause
I'm tryna make it out
That why I travel to the south
To put some cash in the account
Alex got stabbed, Marcos got deported
My aunts planning a funeral
They really can't afford it
I talk my shit when i rap like this
Who else love they babymama? Say
I LOVE MY BITCH
Emotional rhymes like i was a sadboy
30 bitches on my dick cause
I look like Duyan Joy pull the cannon out
Pump em like I'm Blastoise
U coming round talking big noise
So i had to shut you down
Can't be coming to my town
Tried to knock my head off but
They never get my crown
Willie Colon: Oh, qué será, qué será
Que anda suspirando por las alcobas
Que se oye susurrando en versos de trova
Que anda combinándonos preguntas locas
Que anda en las cabezas, anda en las bocas
Que anda ascendiendo por hartos huecos
Que están hablando alto en la bodega
Y grita en el mercado, qué cosa es esa?
Es la naturaleza
Ahaaaa si si
Woke up around noon, my mama making sancocho
Bien loco, Spanky never sent over my photos
Hit him up but he too busy with his Afro
Only fuck with bad hoes who
Look like Frida Kahlo
She call me an asshole
I’m all up in that ass tho
Paint me like ya French bitches
At a Art Basel we hop in the whip, too lit
Really shouldn't drive
Had to cop that salchipapa
With a soda on the side
I need Colombiana, Postobon de Manzana
Went uptown with my pana
Copped some coke in the sala
Met up with Xiomara had her
Smuggle in the product had to pay her back
Had her shopping up in Prada
Please do not test, Walter Mercado blessed me
Don't come at me right
Had to shoot you with my lefty
The king of the block, king of the avenue
Even if i had a stutter
I would still sh-sh-shit on you
Willie Colon: Oh, qué será, qué será
Que anda suspirando por las alcobas
Que se oye susurrando en versos de trova
Que anda combinándonos preguntas locas
Que anda en las cabezas, anda en las bocas
Que anda ascendiendo por hartos huecos
Que están hablando alto en la bodega
Y grita en el mercado, qué cosa es esa?
Es la naturaleza
I got my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Got some pollo pucalor with
Maduros on the side i’m a hell of a rapper
Shoutouts to Jesus Christ
30 pieces of that silver just to
Run up on my life
Light a candle for me baby cause
I'm tryna make it out
That why I travel to the south
To put some cash in the account
Alex got stabbed, Marcos got deported
My aunts planning a funeral
They really can't afford it
I talk my shit when i rap like this
Who else love they babymama? Say
I LOVE MY BITCH
Emotional rhymes like i was a sadboy
30 bitches on my dick cause
I look like Duyan Joy pull the cannon out
Pump em like I'm Blastoise
U coming round talking big noise
So i had to shut you down
Can't be coming to my town
Tried to knock my head off but
They never get my crown
Willie Colon: Oh, qué será, qué será
Que anda suspirando por las alcobas
Que se oye susurrando en versos de trova
Que anda combinándonos preguntas locas
Que anda en las cabezas, anda en las bocas
Que anda ascendiendo por hartos huecos
Que están hablando alto en la bodega
Y grita en el mercado, qué cosa es esa?
Es la naturaleza