Kidd Keo - Okay lyrics
Kidd Keo [Padua Keoma Salas Sánchez] Alicante, España 🇪🇸
[Kidd Keo - Okay lyrics]
Hey, shout out Damso merci
Skr
(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
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
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
Now we gon' blow up
Now all this bitches waiting for the come up
I don't give a fuck
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 fuck
¿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
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
Skr
(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
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
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
Now we gon' blow up
Now all this bitches waiting for the come up
I don't give a fuck
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 fuck
¿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
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