Cañonazo - Kaydy Cain, Cookin Soul

Let me tell these niggas something, God

I don’t want niggas sounding like me… on no album!

You know what I’m saying?

That’s all man

And you’ll be a better man

And you gonna come out on your own way

Word up

Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it

(Cookin' Soul!)

I got a beat, I got a bitch

Así que tengo un negocio, que más decir

Esos pussys rapers dicen que no sé rapear

Los pongo a bailar, pra pra pra pra pra prá

Tengo 24 puta y una es más

Puta que las demás

Antes no me hacía caso ahora no me deja en paz

Pero lo voy a aprovechar

La voy a poner a trabajar, a hosear

Tú no tienes putas que te vayan a pillar

No es de extrañar que nunca nos veamos

Yo ando donde los kilos y tú andas donde los gramos

Y si no estuviera ganando dinero a lo mejor te haría caso

Pero ese no es el caso

Tengo que hacer más dinero para cubrir lo que me gasto y

Para pagar al abogado

Los pobres ya no son tan pobres pregunta a joven filete

Tú cuentas mentiras mientras yo cuento billetes

Como los sugus en el par y 24/7

Y tú hablando de mis dientes

En el estudio grabando con un par de putas

Una haciendo twerk, otra haciéndose las uñas

La vida que llevo es la que me gusta

Por eso me odian por eso se frustran

Niggas be biting mad styles and shit from niggas, man

Dios sabe que no tengo nada que demostrar

Shine on your own shit

(No sé, no sé)

Quieren encerrarme y sólo él puede juzgarme

He tenido que salir para encontrarme

Si no entiendes lo que digo es que no has pasa’o hambre

Gracias a los Takers es que nunca necesité llaves

Hay muchos que hablan, pocos que hacen

Let me tell these niggas something, God

I don't want niggas sounding like me… on no album!

You know what I'm saying?

That's all man

And you'll be a better man

And you gonna come out on your own way

word-up

Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it

(Cookin' Soul!)

I got a beat, I got a bitch

So I have a business, what else to say

Those rapper pussys say I don't know how to rap

I make them dance, pra pra pra pra pra

I'm 24 whore and one is more

whore than the others

Before he didn't pay attention to me now he won't leave me alone

But I'm going to take advantage of it

I'm going to put her to work, to hose

You don't have whores who are going to catch you

No wonder we never see each other

I walk where the kilos and you walk where the grams

And if I wasn't making money, maybe I'd listen to you

But that is not the case

I have to make more money to cover what I spend and

To pay the lawyer

The poor are not so poor anymore ask young steak

You tell lies while I count bills

Like the sugus in the pair and 24/7

And you talking about my teeth

In the studio recording with a couple of whores

One twerking, another doing her nails

The life I lead is the one I like

That's why they hate me that's why they get frustrated

Niggas be biting mad styles and shit from niggas, man

Lord knows I have nothing to prove

Shine on your own shit

(I do not know, I do not know)

They want to lock me up and only he can judge me

I had to go out to find myself

If you don't understand what I'm saying, it's because you haven't been hungry

Thanks to the Takers is that I never needed keys

There are many who speak, few who do