Keloke (part. Peco)
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Qué lo que, qué lo wa, bitches ya me siento alright
Qué lo que, qué lo wa, solo vivo por la night
Qué lo que, qué lo wa, te lo digo de verdad
Quisieron encarcelarme, pero soy menor de edad
Qué lo que, qué lo wa, puta somos de la calle
Pippin como el Pity, puta tengo mi Versace
Los pibes fuman cable ya no juegan al ring raje
Tomé 20 pastillas puede ser que me desmaye
Oh, baby un shoutout pa'l Kaydy, ah
Vendiéndole a menores me lo compran como candy
¿Qué te pasa? Yo no tengo casa
Como el abayarde, tú eres wasa wasa
Me revienta el WhatsApp, vos anda a tu casa
Re quebrado está tu rancho, pinta el tasa, tasa
Y esas bitches no me quieren ver ni en figuritas
Ocupados por Palermos, estamos haciendo guita
Pregúntale a mi vecino si tu wacha grita
Pussy rapper no me vengas con cuento de la cripta
Y si buscan beef, que vengan de chetos
Las balas no me pegan, tengo puesto el chaleco
Y keloke, hijo de puta, vendo droga en los jardines
A niños de cinco años, pa' comprarme los balines
Mato a mano propia, yo no necesito killer
Me tiño el pelo rojo y hago una masacre al cine
Damn, I got you stuck on the realness
Mister, tengo un blister pa' bajarlo con la Quilmes
Tomando tanta droga, casi entro al Record Guinness
Puta, yo tengo mi grupo y ya no compro más con giles
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Estoy en mi cama con mi wawa
Puro problema de la fama
Por eso no busco nada, nah
Viene de paso junto con el fracaso
Ese me hizo encascar, entonces lo cagué a facazos
Le di la mano pero me comió todo el brazo
A estas alturas no estoy para pagar los platos
Que ellos rompieron, ñero
Y, baby, es puro caramelo
Y le encanta darme sin miedo
Quisieron que me cague mientras se mandaban dedo
Se habían olvidado que los wachos ya crecieron
Golpe de calle, mucha fisura
En 2012 estando a 40 clonas de altura
Mi vieja preguntando qué tenía en mi cintura
Yo sabiendo que era bueno pero teniendo dudas
Y lo más triste es que la pasaba bien
Juntando las monedas para un bagullo de cien
Viviendo por Palermo y no vivo como un rey
Y puedo asegurarles que me la chupa la ley, bitch
What's Up (feat. Peco)
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, bitches I feel alright
What's up, what's up, I only live for the night
What's up, what's up, I'm telling you for real
They tried to lock me up, but I'm still underage
What's up, what's up, bitch we're from the streets
Pippin' like Pity, bitch I got my Versace
The kids are smoking wires, they ain't playing ring toss
I took 20 pills, I might just pass out
Oh, baby a shoutout to Kaydy, ah
Selling to minors, they buy it like candy
What's wrong with you? I ain't got a home
Like the abayarde, you're just a wannabe
My WhatsApp's blowing up, you go home
Your place is falling apart, it's a wreck, wreck
And those bitches don't wanna see me even in pictures
Busy with Palermos, we're making money
Ask my neighbor if your girl screams
Pussy rapper don't come at me with your crypt stories
And if they want beef, let them come at me
The bullets don't hit me, I'm wearing a vest
And what's up, motherfucker, I sell drugs in the gardens
To five-year-olds, to buy me some BBs
I kill with my own hands, I don't need a killer
I dye my hair red and make a massacre at the movies
Damn, I got you stuck on the realness
Mister, I got a blister to take it down with Quilmes
Taking so much drugs, I almost hit the Guinness Record
Bitch, I got my crew and I don't buy from losers anymore
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up
I'm in my bed with my girl
All the fame problems
That's why I'm not looking for anything, nah
It comes along with failure
That made me snap, so I hit him with a punch
I shook his hand but he took my whole arm
At this point, I'm not here to clean up the mess
That they broke, dude
And, baby, it's all candy
And she loves to give it to me without fear
They wanted me to mess up while they were flipping me off
They forgot that the kids have grown up
Street hits, a lot of cracks
In 2012 being 40 stories high
My mom asking what I had in my waist
I knew it was good but had my doubts
And the saddest part is I was having a good time
Collecting coins for a hundred-dollar bag
Living in Palermo and I don't live like a king
And I can assure you that I don't give a fuck about the law, bitch
Escrita por: Dillom, Peco