I feel bad fo’ ya’!
I feel bad fo’ ya’!
No cash, no fans, no public, solo stories
Paint pictures como un comic, no worries
No me preocupo por ningún chivato
Conocedores de delitos pero no delato
Se me congela to’ el cerebro pues fumo gelatto
Fumarla sale caro y volar barato
Tengo gente espera de mí, qué pena decir
Que estoy fuera de sí, en el próximo beat me mato
For real? ¿Querían old-school like reels?
Pero págame mil del deal y firmo el contrato
Lo siento por el beat, me recuerda al de It
Tenía cosas que decir, y aun hay pa’ rato
¿Vendías drogas en tus sueños con tu dream team?
Y terminaste drogadicto en vez de Kingpin
Mira tu alrededor ¿Salidas? Pocas
Es una vida loca without the living
Yo! Se me hace fácil vacilaros, ah
Suenan planos si van sin gramos
Mi grado superior es superar en grados
Y ni me escucharías si superas mi estado [boy
Un plajo al lado, relajado, me lo bajo con dos calos
Pensando en el trabajo sentado
“Ese cuadro está muy guapo pero te falta el tejado”
Sé que no entenderán esto hasta que este enterrado. Word
¿Haces números acostado?
Yo barras acostado. Nunca me ha costado
No vayas de Don Juan si eres un Don Fracasado
Por eso Mark se ríe de tu puto chat privado
m#th*rf#ck*r
I feel bad fo’ ya’
I feel bad fo’ ya’
I Swear to god
I Swear to god
I feel bad fo’ ya’
Get ready fake rappers, m#th*rf#ck*rs
I feel bad fo’ ya’
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KHAAY – El Kraken
Francisco Victoria – Herida
ALL BARZ PT. II Lyrics English
I Feel Bad Fo ‘Ya’!
I Feel Bad Fo ‘Ya’!
No cash, not fans, no public, only stories
Paint Pictures as a comic, not worries
I do not worry about any chivato
Connoisseurs of crimes but not delat
It is frozen to ‘the brain because I smoked gelato
Smoking comes out expensive and fly cheap
I have people expect from me, what a pity
I’m out of yes, in the next Beat I kill me
For Real? Did you want Old-School Like Reels?
But pag me a thousand of the deal and I sign the contract
I’m sorry for the beat, it reminds me of IT
I had things to say, and there’s still every time
Did you sell drugs in your dreams with your dream team?
And you finished drug addict instead of kingpin
Look up? A few
It’s a crazy life without the living
Me! It makes me easy to hesitate, ah
Sound flat if they go without grams
My higher grade is to overcome in degrees
And nor he would listen to me if you overcome my state [boy
A flat next, relaxed, I’m lower with two pits
Thinking of the work sitting
“That picture is very handsome but you lack the roof”
I know they will not understand this until it is buried. Word
Do you do numbers lying on?
I bares lying down. It has never cost me
Do not go from Don Juan if you are a failed gift
That’s why Mark laughs at your f#cking private chat
m#th*rf#ck*r.
I Feel Bad Fo ‘Ya’
I Feel Bad Fo ‘Ya’
I Swing to God
I Swing to God
I Feel Bad Fo ‘Ya’
Get Ready Fake Rappers, m#th*rf#ck*rs
I Feel Bad Fo ‘Ya’
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Solo K. OS Lyrics – ALL BARZ PT. II