OG - Kaydy Cain, Cookin Soul

OG, cocinando para mi mujer

Tú puta me la chupó pero no lo hizo bien

Aún no soy rico pero no me falta de comer

Y todo lo que yo me pongo me sienta bien

Lo siento mama aún no te he compra’o la casa y

Te llamo poco pero me muero si algo te pasa

Mira tu móvil te he manda’o una foto al whatsapp

Mira que vistas tengo desde la terraza

No tenemos ascensor es una pena

Pero así se le pone duro el culo a la Lorena y

Aún fumo mucho pero tengo la nevera llena y

Seguro de vida por si me condenan

Nadie sabe como hemos llegado aquí

Kaydy Cain, I’m a real pimp

Yo tenía grupis antes de cantar

Pero ahora está más heavy que la por robar swag

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

I’m not a motherfuckin' raper, soy un G

Fuck Jay-Z,

24 causas pero sigo aquí

Los hice jaque mate con el peón y el alfil

Me acuesto con dios pero me levanta el diablo

Lo aprendí de coco cuando aún estaba robando

Ahora aún te estamos llorando y

Siempre te mando un shout up por si me estás escuchando

All bitches on me like Lil B

Rest in peace Muhammad Ali

Swagging and bang like Pimp C

Me estoy poniendo gordo como Biggie

Tengo un par de putas como caídas del cielo

Una coge el teléfono, otra me cuenta el dinero

Nos escribió el hermano de Tupac

Nos dijo bendiciones, respeto y paz

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

(Ah)

OG, cooking for my woman

Your bitch sucked me off but she didn't do it right

I'm not rich yet but I don't lack to eat

And everything that I wear looks good on me

I'm sorry mom I still haven't bought you the house and

I rarely call you but I'll die if something happens to you

Look at your mobile I have sent you a photo to whatsapp

Look what views I have from the terrace

We don't have an elevator it's a pity

But that's how Lorena's ass gets hard and

I still smoke a lot but I have a full fridge and

Life insurance in case I am convicted

No one knows how we got here

Kaydy Cain, I'm a real pimp

I had groupies before I sang

But now it's heavier than the one for stealing swag

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

I'm not a motherfuckin' raper, I'm a G

Fuck Jay Z,

24 causes but I'm still here

I made them checkmate with the pawn and the bishop

I sleep with God but the devil wakes me up

I learned it from coco when I was still stealing

Now we're still crying to you and

I always send you a shout up in case you are listening to me

All bitches on me like Lil B

Rest in peace Muhammad Ali

Swagging and bang like Pimp C

I'm getting fat like Biggie

I have a couple of whores like fallen from the sky

One picks up the phone, another tells me the money

Tupac's brother wrote to us

He told us blessings, respect and peace

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

(oh)