paroles de chanson Pinocchio - Radio Edit - Kidd Keo

I see all of you lying
'Cuz nobody know 'bout me
Ask my momma "where's daddy?"
And she lying, she faking
My girl ask bout the money
Then I'm lying, I'm faking
But it's all for the same shit
Just to cover the real shit
Now I'm focus on my game
I'm on fire, I'm so lit
I see my money coming
I see haters, they feeling it
If you pull up on raris
I'mma on double bugatties
All my business stacking
And nobody know 'bout me
Activado en lo mío, solo desde chiquitico
¿Mamá dónde está papi? Yo lo sé y no lo digo
¿Cómo me vas a conocer, si ni yo sé de mi pasado?
Si no hablo de ello es porque no quiero y no vivo amargado
Everybody is on my game but nobody living
I told to them that I got it but no one believed it
Now I'm blowing on my gang, I promise, I kill it
No one telling the truth and they know that I did it
Estoy cargando el arma al compás del pi-a-no
Cuando estaba en el piso no diste la ma-no
Yo te miento pinocho, yo no sé de chavos
Yo no sé de la droga, sé de los estragos
But I talk Spanish like Capo Pablo
Dime, ¿qué vas a hacer tú sin mí, hermano?
I've been designing clothes and making guapo
Make my momma proud without win the lotto
Turned up so turn til you drop the bottle
You disrespecting the master model
Roll with the L.gang in Barna hommie
They making threats 'cuz my shit is enormous
¿Te acuerdas de los doscientos en el banco?
Me los saqué a pulso con mi hermano
Todo solito, buscándome el hueco
Y al día de hoy multiplico el di-ne-ro
Everybody is on my game but nobody living
I told to them that I got it but no one believed it
Now I'm blowing on my gang, I promise, I kill it
No one telling the truth and they know that I did it
I don't need you, I've never need no one in this bitch (fuck 'em)
And I see you seeing me, see you going down in this, bitch (fuck you)
I got esquizos for real just to trying to catch me
'Cuz I think 'bout the mil when you paying with hunnas
'Cuz you trap and I trap you but you think you gon' bang
I make guapo and I feed you and you bite my hand
Que serás lo real que tú quieras my friend
Pero no se le muerde a quien da de comer (nah)
Now I pose on the post I don't stay on no corner
Bitch I ride for my fam but it seems like I'm a loner (estoy solo)
And I sliding and sliding moving like a cobra
Now I see what I got, my reaction is "Oh, god!"
Now I'm rolling solo a base de cagarla
Cargo to' el peso a la chepa de mi espalda
Ando pinocho con la nariz bien larga
Y ando pensando en la fama y la plata
L., to the top