KARO
Kris R.
KARO
Armholes
Since I was fifteen, I always had a gun on me
I dreamed of no longer seeing my family in a corner
Until it was my turn to shine, I started to touch the platforms
And now I spend a fortune on nonsense like you can't even imagine
Now what you smoke is expensive
They paid 2 kilos for one of my verses
Charging like a drug dealer and not selling grams
I have diamonds that I don't even know how much they marked me for
Everything I wear now is expensive
With those I am always fiji I am clear
Bring whores, marijuana, blow and liquor
I always install my usual ones
With a cell phone for the turns so as not to heat up the person
I no longer repeat the same thing from breakfast to lunch
I'm billing until when I don't even make an effort
And with mine, neither for money nor for money, daddy, I don't get involved
One side, one coin
You are one of those pirobos that the bar never rolls
Instead, I'm on the island, sisas that all the money rains down
One dies and nothing is taken from here
That's why Luca makes himself a cunning person, Luca spends himself
With the first check I bought my forty rasta
Smoking weed, yes, and a plate of pasta next to it
I took off the tote and the puppies ran like a gymnast
Now what you smoke is expensive
They paid 2 kilos for one of my verses
Charging like a drug dealer and not selling grams
I have diamonds that I don't even know how much they marked me for
Everything I wear now is expensive
With those I am always fiji I am clear
Bring weed, blow and liquor
I always install my usual ones
Sisas, the K
Tell me Juank
Yes-yes, yes money
Hahaha
Medallo Papi's Trap
I'm speaking clearly to you, ha, ha
The High